Darn! 

I didn't write fast enough. But you can still check out my book here:

http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/262817

hope you enjoy! 

Hm, this looks like fun. I'll participate.

Let's just hope your stories are appropriate. I hate blood.

Hmph. 

I think I'll join this round.

Dovey’s Story

Dovey curled up next to Beth, obviously full of bliss. Beth yawned and cuddled Dovey’s soft wings, which made the stuffed bird smile. She discreetly glanced at the green, glowing clock on Beth’s night table. 8:23pm. Time for Beth to go to sleep, thought Dovey. She felt the young girl's breathing slowly deepen as Beth fell asleep.

Dovey glanced at the clock again. 9:01pm. She took a deep breath and began wiggling out of Beth’s grasp. Slowly but steadily, Dovey had nearly succeeded in popping free when Beth stirred. Dovey froze. Beth shifted positions and went back to sleep, leaving Dovey free to drop to the floor. She landed with a soft plomp on the thick shag rug.

Slowly, Dovey headed towards “The Toybox,” as Beth called it. She opened the lid a crack and whispered, “The coast is clear!”

Slowly, the lid lifted higher, and Bob, Beth’s stuffed bunny, popped his ears up to hold the lid. Many dolls and tons of animals streamed out of the opening, and “Dreamland” as Dovey knew it bustled to life. The little cars roamed the floor silently, animals hopped around, dolls scurried to malls and birds flew in the sky. Dovey felt a burning desire to join them before glancing at her mangled wing. It had been a mistake when Beth’s mom sewed her that she tried desperately to fix, but couldn't. Beth had assured her that she loved Dovey anyway, but Dovey knew she was long overdue for a trip to “the Fixers.” She looked at her wings again.

One was perfectly shaped and brilliant white. On the other one, her feathers stuck out at odd angles and it was an odd, off-white color. Instead of laying flat against her body, it stuck out crookedly backwards. Dovey felt another pang of regret and glanced at the clock again. 1:11am. Time for the Fixer’s nightly run. Wait-Dovey’s heart leapt in her chest as the door creaked open and all the toys froze. She began to panic. A shadow appeared, scanning all the toys. Oh no, thought Dovey, laying frozen on the floor. I should have been on the bed with Beth, not on the floor! Beth’s mom bent over and gently picked up Dovey, who squeezed her eyes shut and went stiff as she was carried into the living room.

All the while, panicked thoughts were running through Dovey’s head. She wasn’t supposed to go to the Fixer’s tonight! What if Beth awoke? What if she was found missing? What if her wing got messed up worse than before? What if-Dovey’s train of thought was cut off as she looked down and noticed her wing was separated from her body.She barely contained a shriek of alarm and stiffened as she watched Mrs. Mom work on her wing. Her gentle fingers worked magic as her feathers straightened out and her color whitened slightly. Dovey glanced at the clock after a while. 3:51am. When she looked back down, she realized her wing had been reunited with body. Staring at it in awe, Dovey noticed it looked almost exactly like her other wing. Mrs. Mom began to pick her Fixer’s kit before picking up Dovey and walking back to Beth’s room.

Mrs. Mom set Dovey down on the bed next to Beth and left the room quietly. When the door closed, Dovey hopped off the bed as Dreamland came to life again. Immediately, everyone gathered around Dovey, giving her compliments galore on her new wing. She thanked all of them quietly, and eventually the crowd dissipated. Dovey’s best friend, Bob, stepped up by her.  They sat together, not saying anything. Sometimes the best of friends don’t have to. After a period of silence, Bob spoke.

“Do you like it?”

Dovey was quiet for a while. After a few minutes, she replied, “I don’t know.” Bob nodded and silence lapsed once again. Dovey glanced at the clock after a few hours. 5:47am.

She stood up slowly and gave the warning. “Playtime.”

Bob whispered to her, “I’ll handle. You go back with Beth.” Dovey nodded, and the two friends hugged while toys streamed into the Toybox. Finally, Bob left to help the final toys into the Toybox while Dovey began to climb the sheets of the bed again. She pushed gently into Beth and felt comforted by the girl’s warmth.

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Beth opened her eyes, looking right into Dovey’s. Dovey froze, worried. But Beth simply grinned widely and hugged Dovey tightly.

“You’re fixed,” She whispered. “Now you can fly with your friends.” Dovey smiled and looked at Beth’s hair lovingly. Now she knew. Beth would always love her, no matter what was Fixed. As Beth carried Dovey out of the room, Dovey caught a glimpse of the clock. 7:51am.

Time to start the day.

has anybody every read alfred hicthcock's "the birds"? If not, unadvised. It is SO creepy. 

okay this must be fate my birthday is Oct. 26. I must compeate for this story. I have to write it, but be ready for one of those golden rays of light and singing choiers!!!!!

I'm entering!