In the night
Tiny is key
Walnut Court is slumbering silently on this inky, starlit night. It's too beautiful for a crime. My small frame darts through the sky. I'll admit that while my physique is not intimidating, my diminutiveness affords me my greatest strength.
Stealth.
I spy the target. I circle to ensure there are no surprises. Last night the Johnson's dog snuck up on me and I nearly lost a wing. I won't make that mistake tonight.
The coast is clear. I dive down to the window's splintering wood frame. Brushing off peeled paint flakes from my latex tights, I peer through the finger printed pane at my victim. His chest is rising and falling peacefully.
Timmy... I know he is guarding the loot.
I push the window open and slip in. Fluttering to his bedside I land next to his pillow. He stirs. I freeze.
Nothing.
Cautiously I tip-toe over and lift the downy corner. Slowly I squeeze under and retrieve the treasure.
I drag it out gently. I think I'm safe, but I turn to find myself enclosed inside a glass jar.
Shock floods my cheeks as I gawk at Timmy's freckled, triumphant face.
I can only stand here, tooth in hand.
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Meagan Dion
My life is a little crazy. Four kids, homeschool, write, create and coffee. Coffee is a verb. Do you coffee? I aspire to blow glass and finish / publish my novel. I would like to have an impact. Also, coffee.
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What a sweet story!
What a sweet story!
Sly old Timmy. What's going to happen to all those teeth now?
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Ha ha! Another great story with a fabulous twist. Well done and contratulations on your win.
Genius, clever, the twist... I love it. Excellent job.
Haha! This was super cute and super tense, great job!
I loved this one.
I can see why your story made the list :) who knew life as a Tooth Fairy could be so fraught with danger? A great little story!
Well deserved win! This was awesome ♥️
Oh, I just love this. Congrats.
This is so dang cute are you kidding me!! Congrats on your well-deserved placement. Nicely done :)
"Cautiously I tip-toe over and lift the downy corner. Slowly I squeeze under and retrieve the treasure." - Almost reads like a poem, with the rhyming scheme. Nice story, Meagan!
Love this read❤️
Omg they caught the tooth fairy. Very very original and well done
Awwww, that was sweet. A very creative take on the challenge and best of all, it made me smile.
Creative and impressive heist story!!! I could see Timmy's freckles and the poor tooth fairy!!! Love this!!!❤️❤️💕
Haha, I enjoyed to reading it!!👏😂
Lol, poor tooth fairy! This was a cool take on the challenge! I loved it!
When I was a child all i wanted was the quarter
A toothsome tale, to be sure! Great work on this one.
Let the tooth be told! Delightful.
A tooth fairy story! I loved how it was confusing until the end. At first I thought maybe a bird. Then maybe Peter Pan (tights). Loved how it all came together in that last line. Well done!
So cute! I liked it