Here is a sample from my work in progress, The Magical Miss Morgan.
Canto Nineteen – The Ghost House after Dark
“Bobby couldn’t make it,” said Frosty Anderson. “He says he had chores.”
“We all know he’s afraid of the dark,” said Mike Murphy, lighting another candle.
“We shouldn’t make fun of him all the time,” reminded Blueberry, sitting next to Mike. “It’s hard to get out of the house after dark to come here to an abandoned cellar in the middle of a junk yard.”
“Okay, we already know what Miss Morgan says about that,” said Tim. “We have more important business tonight.”
“Worth getting grounded for a month for?” asked Mike.
“Yes.”
The children all leaned toward Tim as he sat conspiratorially in the middle of the candlelit cellar of the ruined house. Everyone wanted to know what the big reveal was going to be, and Tim was loving it.
“So what’s the big deal?” asked Frosty.
“You know the project about getting kids to believe in fairies?” said Tim.
“Yeah,” said Mike and Frosty as Blueberry nodded.
“There is a secret reason that Miss Morgan needs us to do that project.”
Tim picked up a shoebox and placed it on his knees in front of him. He slowly lifted the lid.
“So? An empty shoebox?” sneered Mike.
“Oh, my!” Blueberry’s eyes got as big as Tim could ever remember seeing them.
“This is Garriss,” said Tim simply, “he’s an elemental fire fairy.”
“I’m a Wisp,” croaked the little naked fire man.
“Cool!” gasped Frosty.
“He looks more like hot,” noted Mike.
“Is he real?” asked Blueberry stupidly.
“Don’t you believe your own eyes?” asked Tim.
“Don’t be rude to the beautiful young lady,” warned Garriss.
“Can I hold him?” Blueberry asked timidly.
“You’ll burn your hands,” said Mike.
“No, you won’t,” said Garriss. “I am more than willing to be held by you, Pretty Miss. And I promise, you can’t be hurt by my magical fire.”
Blueberry put out her open palm, and the little man formed of fire stepped gingerly into it. The girl lifted him up in front of her face.
“You’re made of fire… And you’re naked,” said Blueberry.
“I am a magical being,” said Garriss, “and I need you to believe I am real, for I will not continue to exist otherwise.”
“So,” said Mike, “you are only real if we believe in you?”
“Yes,”
“If I say I don’t believe in fairies, will you die?”
“Can you see me standing in front of you and still say you don’t believe?” asked Garriss.
“Good point,” answered Mike.
“If we are going to help the fairy people of Tellosia,” said Tim, “I had to show you they are real. We can’t risk showing the real fairies to everyone, though. We have to come up with ways to make people believe without actually showing them.”
“Why can’t we just show everybody?” said Mike. “We could take a picture and show everybody!”
“Please, don’t do that,” pleaded Garriss. “Someone might disbelieve their own eyes, and then I, and maybe others, would actually die.”
“Oh, we can’t let that happen!” cooed Blueberry. “Garriss? Will you let me draw your picture with colored pencils?”
“I would be honored, my lady.”
“This is all just too wonderful to be real,” Blueberry said.
Tim nodded in silence. They would generate the belief that was needed, Blueberry’s drawings would do it, if anything could. That girl could really whip pencils around and make good art.
“We have to swear a Pirate oath,” said Tim. “We all swear to make people believe and keep the real fairies safe from discovery and death. If we fail, then may our human hearts shrivel up and we all die an untimely death.”
“I swear it,” said Blueberry.
“If Blue does,” said Mike, “then so do I.”
“Me too,” said Frosty.
“And you have my word on it too,” said Garriss.
Tim grinned an evil grin. This was gonna be great.
Catch a Falling Star 