By Dreams and Coffee
A raindrop dropped and dropped and made an image like a snake. A girl watched those raindrops dropped and being dropped with a cup of coffee in her hand. She took a huge sign and the stream of hot coffee dropped on her face. “Ah..ah, why am I writing so much dropped and dropped? Lord, I guess I need a hot cup of coffee.” Said Whitney.
It was year 3015, a year where people who read and wrote literature was a form of antique hobby. Everything was functional with a little sequel of breath and a tap of motionful hands. And in that world of advanced holographic world, Whitney aspired to be a writer and express her love for writing which she came across while going through her great grandma’s closet.
Whitney wrote every day, but nothing favored her mind. She found herself stuck in the wasteland of unmeasurable imagination. Suddenly she heard a small voice calling her out, “Whitney! Whitney! Don’t get lost because I know you are doing great.” Whitney startled in those encouraging words and wondered who was telling her those words.
She looked around but found no one standing at all. She thought it was just a hallucination. However, she again heard someone talking and saying, “I will always be cheering for you Whitney, because I am the one you always write on. Whitney wiped her eyes with coffee flavored hand and saw her paper talking.
Her paper’s soul took a figure, a cute little white fairy with a pen as her celestial protective weapon. Whitney could not believe her eyes but the fairy was really there.
“How can such a cute fairy exist?” said Whitney.
“You made me alive with your person.” Said fairy
“I have seen you smile, laugh, cry, and feel frustrated by writing. You were on the verge of breaking down but still never gave up. The compassion and love you have for writing are what made me alive. This soul was submerged in the world of holography, where literature was no longer enjoyed. But you came around, took the pen, and made me take birth again in this world. And Whitney, I am grateful for that. I am genuinely happy to be your guardian and I wish to support you all the way.”
Listening to fairy’s words, Whitney shed tears. She felt accepted and loved, the words pierced her stone heart which only got heart-wrenching comments and painful tears. As soon as Whitney shed tears, the drops of her tears fell on the paper and took an image like a snake. The tears however formed a magical spell from where a world of imagination opened. Whitney was startled with that opening but went inside the gate along with the fairy.
The scenery of the world was different, very different from the world that Whitney lived in. Everything looked so dreamy. Caste were made out of gems which floated on clouds. Whitney was welcomed to the castle by the fairies of the land. When she entered the castle, she came to know that the little white fairy was the princess of the land of the imagination whose magic was subdued by the modern holographic world.
Whitney was the one who started writing in the modern world and made the little white fairy come back to life from the magical spell. And the king and queen of the land of imagination wanted to reward Whitney for saving their daughter. However, Whitney did not want a reward as she believed in the words of little white dairy and wanted to give one more try in writing. The king and gave Whitney their blessing.
Suddenly Whitney heard a ‘tick tok’ sound. The sound grew only louder and louder and she wore up from her dream. Whitney sat on her bed and looked around for a while. “This feels so real,” said Whitney but she was not in the land of imagination and the little white fairy was nowhere to be seen.
However, Whitney went and sat on her desk and started writing. She wrote about the adventures of little white fairies and published them. In the world of holography, creativity and fairy tales were no longer found and a book published by Whitney made them dream again. And Whitney started living her life as a great writer.
“The End,” said Aurora. “I guess we still love fairy tales, right? My grandma Whitney told me this story all the time and I later found that she actually wrote these in her teens. Okay guys, let’s take a coffee break.”
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