Day 83: The Pixies Make Demands

Trying my hand with Windows Live Writer. I am not much of a offline blogging tool kinda guy. I would be if I weren’t as likely to be writing on one computer as the next. Google Docs isn’t too great an an online offline option either. I wonder if it had continued as Writely if we’d have seen my/better blog integration. No matter.

~’We need you to untie the balloon from the back of the chair,’~ Lavender continued. Mint squeaked something to Lavender. ~’And take it outside. And,’~ Lavender hushed Lemon’s pending request with a impatient gesture, ~’…and my yellow friend here wants some candy. The lumpy purple ones in a box.’~

I remained still though I didn’t want to. Moving my eyes around was the only muscular control they’d left me. Mint rolled her own eyes–her absurdly large Manga eyes–in disgust at my reticence. Lavender and she got into a discussion that crescendoed to an argument. Mint put her foot down and fired off a continuous string of 6’s across my open document on [something plot related here]. Lemon had clearly seen this type of thing before so just sat patiently on my knuckle. Lavender responded by flitting in a tight circle. The effort made alot of noise and sounded more like a bumble bee than the pleasant zips I’d witnessed earlier. Obviously this was the most convincing thing a pixie could say in an argument because Mint acquiesced. Though not happily.

She tromped a typo with her steps: 7 – Y – G – B – space – right click. She harumphed mounting my married-man spare tire and climbed up my chest. I expected her footfalls to be painful, like a series of toothpicks jabbed into my stomach, but the feeling reminded my more of a water strider in a still summer creek. She placed her hand on my still lips. Nothing happened, but I could once again smell her and that was nice. Then there was a zing in my lips and lower part of my face like I’d licked a battery.

My first word surprised me, “Nerds?”

Word count: 370

Day 81: Abducted by Lemon, Lavender, and Mint

Three pixies scrambled out of the air-conditioning vent and slipped to the far side of the pumpkin.  One by one they emerged from the vegetable’s safety.  They huddled heads touching and hands on shoulders and whispered a plan that to my ear was no more than a squeaky distraction.  When they broke the mint one leaned against the pumpkin while the lavender one helped the lemon one onto Mint’s shoulders.  Lavender scampered up the other two.  Lavender posed proudly before kneeling down to pull up lemon.  Alone at the bottom, Mint’s only choice was to flit to the top on her delicate wings.  The three collapsed in laughter at the absurdity of their plan.  Lemon tumbled back to the floor.

On an unheard signal they all three zipped to the arm of my chair.  I held still not wanting to frighten them off.  Lemon tip-toed to my still hand and sat on a knuckle.  Lavender did the same, but he sat on a different knuckle.  Mint flitted to the keyboard of my laptop, lighting on the F7 key.  I felt the draft of her passing along my arm before I smelled the minty bouquet.  Lemon and Lavender on the left and Mint in the middle, they each regarded me with poorly hidden snickers.  I held still for fear they would realize I was not inanimate–then I discovered I was.

Lavender wafted to my ear and pipped, ~~Freeze tag; you’re it bitch.  Now listen here you.~~

Word count:  240