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I just wrote a bit of a novel (i'm not done yet) and I think I'd like to post it here. Tell me if you like it!

Kit-Kat was a lovely little ten-year-old girl. She had lovely, soft, golden hair that shone a beautiful shade of red in the sun. The shape of her body was very nice, and quite beautiful. But her best feature was by far her eyes. They were brilliant blue, and when you looked into those big blue eyes, you felt as if you were lost in a world of magic and fantasy. Of course, Kit-Kat actually LIVED in a world of magic and fantasy! She was born in a pretty little town called Liskonia. It pretty much looked like your average town. But that was through human eyes. Through faerie eyes, it was an astonishing place filled with twinkling faerie dust. Kit-Kat’s life, you would probably think, would be wonderful. It’s actually quite the contrary. Kit-Kat’s life was definitely not horrible, but as she was terrible at controlling her Magick, had a baby Dragon named Fire-Tongue in her room, and nearly blew up the town, she wasn’t in everyone’s good books. She tried her hardest to do good things, but for some unknown reason she did the opposite. Not on purpose, of course, but she did little, accidental things—or big accidental things…
At this moment in time, Kit-Kat was feeding little Fire-Tongue (her Dragon, if you don’t recall). Kit-Kat loved her little Fire-Tongue more than anything, or anybody. She had found the baby Dragon in a leather bag on the side of the road (a very unusual place to put a Dragon, but, well, we are talking fantasy talk here!) The tiny Dragon was so small, weak, and frail that it could barely flap a wing. Kit-Kat had nursed the poor thing back to health, by feeding him Firewater. If Kit-Kat hadn’t found Fire-Tongue, his flame would have gone out, and he would have passed away.
The little Dragon, though small, had powerful fire-breathing abilities, so Kit-Kat has to make sure he’s not around any pop, or alcohol. She learned this the hard way. One night, on the eve of the first night of spring (basically Faerie’s new-years eve), her mother had given Kit-Kat a glass full of pop, and had poured herself a bit of champagne. Kit-Kat had put her pop down on the living room table, and her mother had done the same with her champagne. Fire-Tongue was thirsty, and he was wandering around the house, looking for something to drink. While Kit-Kat and her mother were getting a snack from the kitchen, Fire-Tongue had leaped on the table and started to quickly lap up both of the drinks. Whoa! The poor Dragon was feeling light-headed. Then, catastrophe struck: Fire-Tongue started to hiccup! Flame spurted out his mouth. Kit-Kat ran into the room and picked up Fire-Tongue. She needed to stop his hiccups or their house would go up in flames! She then receives an idea: make him drink some water. That’ll put his flame out temporarily. She runs to the kitchen with the hiccoughing Dragon. Her mother hands her a bottle of water. She jams it in Fire-Tongue’s mouth. He gulps it down, and soon, the hiccups stop, and he falls fast asleep…
So, back to what’s going on in the present…
Kit-Kat’s eleventh Birthday was lurching closer and closer. Her eleventh Birthday was the day she would have to set out, and find a new life. It was a very young age to do such a thing, but it would have to be done. Kit-Kat gently lay Fire-Tongue down in his tiny bed. She needed to start packing for her new life. She took her small suitcase and stuffed all her things in it. She collected Fire-Tongue’s things, and put them into one of the pockets. She had lots of money, 1123 faiee coins, in fact (around $300). She glanced outside her bedroom window. She saw other faeries her age playing with their friends. Kit-Kat was a very sweet girl, but nobody really wanted to be friends with such a klutz, did they? Kit-Kat sighed and sadly slumped down the stairs.
“MUM! MY BAG’S ready!” she called to her mom.
“Okay sweetie,” her mother said, as she popped out behind Kit-Kat.
“Would you mind a bit of Ginger leaf, dipped in some Jingo soup?
“Mmmm…that would be delicious…” Kit-Kat licked her lips at the thought of the BEEEAUTIFUL taste of Ginger leaf with a side of rich, creamy Jingo soup. It was definitely her favourite meal. She gave her mum a kiss, then ran back up the stairs.
She was wearing her old, tattered jeans, which where way up to Kit-Kat’s knees, but where still loose around the middle. She wore her baby pink T-shirt, which was WAY too big for her. She slipped her tiny feet into her slippers.
I’m not sure whether you’ve heard or not, but Faerie Folk have tiny little feet. They’re so small, that a human has to use a microscope to see their shoes, and even then you can barely see the shoe properly. Anyway, feet aren’t important, the story is, so let’s get back in business!
She went to check on Fire-Tongue, making sure he was alright. The small dragon snorted a wee bit in his sleep, and his tail flew every which way. Kit-Kat firmly planted her hand on Fire-Tongue to stop his wiggling. She picked him up, rocking him gently back and forth, back and forth, then placed the fiery little fellow back in his bed. She sprawled herself out on her bed. She was really bored. Maybe she should go outside and fly around a bit? She decided to go outside. Flying was the only Magick related thing she didn’t suck at. She loved feeling the wind batter against her face, her hair being blown by the wind. I guess she just adored being in the air. She closed her eyes, blew across her palm.(she had to do this to grow her wings) The familiar tug and tingling sensation of her wings growing swept across her. Two big beautiful, white and pink wings were spread across Kit-Kat’s back. She uncurled them, and they shone in the beautiful sun. She began to flap them, then soared through the sky. She flew through the air for about fifteen minutes, but then she heard her mother call for her. She glided down to the ground to eat lunch. Yum! She sipped her soup with an acorn-top cup (well, they couldn’t use anything else could they?) She munched up her lunch, then went up to check on Fire-Tongue. He was snortling a lot in his sleep, Kit-Kat noticed. He tossed and turned, so Kit-Kat picked the dragon up and lulled him to sleep. What Kit-Kat didn’t know, was that the poor little dragon had a bad stomach-ache—he had eaten Kit-Kat’s shoe! Kit-Kat decided he needed a decent burping, so she patted him lightly on the back. He gave a loud belch, along with a stream of fire coming out his mouth. He then woke up with a jump, looked around himself and groaned. Kit-Kat was a bit scared that Fire-Tongue was sick! She rocked him back and forth, soothing him. He was wide awake now. Kit-Kat decided to go downstairs and tell her mother about Fire-Tongue’s groaning.
“Sweetie, it’s probably just growing pains. Dragons have them a lot,” her mother had replied. Kit-Kat didn’t really believe what her mother had said, but she gave a brisk nod.
“Okay. I was…just a little worried…” Kit-Kat said, in a uneasy tone.

To be continued…


P.S. Thanx veeery much Haisoj#1, for commenting me! You are simply amazing to have as a friend!