[This is a short story using both Word of the Day selections from http://www.dictionary.com and http://www.learnersdictionary.com. My goal for these stories is to get the story out by writing and editing it in one hour]
galore – adjective, adverb
always used after a noun informal
: in large numbers or amounts
logophobia – noun
: an obsessive fear of words
Words shouted at Lucy.
Lucy wanted no part of them. Every time she misspelled a word, she was made fun of which was every day. Her wings were torn forcing her legs to carry her to the forest edge before the words had a chance to catch up.
“Whew! I think I lost them,” she said to the owl perched in the tree.
“Whooo?” was the owl’s reply.
“The words,” Lucy said. She trembled and shook. She peeked around the tree edge and was off again.
The words were relentless. They chased her through the woods.
Leaves crackled, twigs snapped. Lucy raced on, her legs burning. For a meadow fairy, she was quick and agile.
Lucy ignored the words. Her heart thumped against her chest bursting to get out.
Above, the owl followed along, cruising over the treetops always aware of the action below.
A tree root rose up out of the ground. Lucy’s foot snagged it sending her face first into the soft earth.
The owl swooped down, extended her wing which Lucy happily took. She swung up on the owl’s back. Together they flew out of the forest and headed towards town. Below them, the words gave up the chase.
“You suffer from logophobia,” Owl said.
Lucy scrunched her eyes.
“You are afraid of words; they terrify you.” Owl explained.
“Only a few words were chasing you and they said they wanted to help. They seemed genuine.”
“I don’t think so. At school there were words galore. I’m not a good speller. The words became angry when I spelled most of them wrong.” Lucy’s bottom lip quivered.
“And so they chased you?” Owl asked.
“Not then. They threw the chalkboard eraser at me and made me write each word until I got it correct.”
“That’s not very nice.”
“You’re telling me. Fairy school is not all it’s cracked up to be. Every fairy culture is gifted in different forms. Meadow fairies are not good spellers. We don’t have to be because we are of the meadow and talk to the meadow creatures and care for them. We use no spells so we don’t write words, just speak them. Other fairies have to learn words to communicate to the other worlds, this is their job.”
“I see,” said Owl.
“When the last eraser hit my wing, tearing it, I stomped out of school, swearing I was never going back. Then one word apologized and then another, but it was too late for me. Once outside, I could not fly so I took off running.”
They glided through the air until Owl perched a top of a tall boxy building.
“We’re here,” Owl said.
Lucy stared at the sky. Stars twinkled. Meteors flew across it. She wished she could fly like them.
Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong!
“Tis four o’clock. I shall take you down now,” said Owl.
Lucy held on tight, her wings tucked in neatly.
“Off you go. What you need is in here. Every culture and every law can be found here. You just have to look hard and research and you will find your answers.”
Lucy stepped toward the large building with the wise owl statues lining the stairway to it.
“Do not be alarmed when you enter. Words abound in every corner. These words are here to help you. Though you may be terrified of them, give them a chance. If it becomes too overwhelming, ask a librarian for help as help is always available in this magical place.”
Lucy was skeptical. She stepped back toward Owl.
Owl nudged her forward. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“Thank you Owl for rescuing me. I shall take your advice.”
“Remember dear fairy, overcoming obstacles is not easy and takes time.”
Lucy nodded and waved goodbye.
Inside, the words waited patiently.
They had their work cut out for them.
As did Lucy. This was just the beginning.