http://slow.writerscafe.org/Trashfairy The original writings of author Trash Fairy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111415 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm struggling on the ground and Ihear the two shots; my first thought is that I'm dead. I hear hercollapse and look to see a mountain of a woman beside me. I lay for afew slow heart-beats, then I hear Billy's voice. What'd he say?Something about a gun? Who's he talking to? I try to get up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252904/ I run through the shack door and seeboth Gina and the little beast on the floor, neither making any formof movement. My thoughts race, who has been shot and who did theshooting? I don't have to wait long for an answer to the secondquestion. Before I know what's happening the shotgun in my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252903/ I'm walking up the path, gettingcloser to the shack when I hear a loud thud and fumbling. I stoppedin my tracks, body frozen but head alert. Then came faint voices. AsI get close to the door I hear a woman yelling, it's not my girlthough, followed by the repetitive sound of slapping. I dra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252902/ I hear her footsteps coming frombehind. They're light and quiet but I hear them nonetheless. Shereaches the shack and stands in the doorway with a bundle of clothesand peers in, looking for her brute. I creep up behind her and pushher inside with all I got, I push her with the six years of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252897/ Isaiahvisiting me was such a comfort. I don't think I've had such ameaningful conversation or more tender moment with anyone in all mylife. Billy yes, but this was different. This was about my mother, heknew her and loved her and misses her just as I do. Such a comfortexisted in our pain, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252896/ That smug b*****d has the balls to askme how life's treating me? When he's trying to steal her? Keep mytemper under control, that's all I keep telling myself. Keep mytemper at bay, and it will surely be worth it when I make him pay.We'll finish the order, him and his men will leave, and I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252895/ Scáth is having me wait out herebehind the old shack, damned been here for hours now and still nosign of that maggot. I know they're still working on the order sothey won't be along yet for a while longer. Then Scáth is going tofollow him if he can or come to the shack and ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252879/ Something is off tonight. I feelScáth's acting odd. I felt it the night of the tragedy and I feel itnow. I've never known him to hold his temper though. I'm not sure ifI should go warn the girl or if he's acting out of the ordinarybecause his only niece has runaway. She knows to me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252878/ I feel something is off tonight. Ifeel the man is acting different, not to mention that rhino of awoman is missing again like last week. I ask him how the game of lifehas been treating him. He tells me about his niece’s runaway.Obviously, I'm not surprised but I put on a look of dis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252877/ All day I sit drinking and with theall too familiar numbness of my body comes the all too familiarmemories of my mind. Kelly. I did care for Kelly. She was a b***hlike her mother, too stubborn and willful; but as she grew older thehard-headed ways I hated in her also made me almost love he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252826/ Things have been awfully strangearound here, ever since the last pick-up order... awfully strange. Iheard Ms. Carlyle and Scáth talking about the girl, not good talkeither. Not like they'd ever be talking good about her, but somethingdarker than usual is going on and being plotted, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252825/ I woke to the girl gone. I wasn't toosurprised; I knew it was coming, just not when it was coming.After-all Gina heard that Wop say he'd get her the next pick-up,which is still two days away. She's on the farm still somewhere, thatmuch I'm sure of. She didn't take much with her, a couple d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252824/ The day of my fake runaway hasarrived. Two days before the next pick up, just as planned. Thesepassed few days have gone by painfully slow though. After thatwretched Beast destroyed my 'Miracle' music box, my beloved radio,the house has been silent. As quiet as a morgue, and that's how I'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252816/ That b***h thinks she's smarter thanme. I could feel something awry, but didn't think to reallyinvestigate until Gina came to me with her news of treason. Escape?And with an Italian idiot no less. Despicable, wrong, they've got tobe kidding me. Who do they think they are? This is my farm a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252815/ HowI hate it but I'm falling more and more for this girl. First it wasthe voice, that voice! It's not even fair. The looks, the voice, thejuice. It tastes and feels so good to be with her, the other broadsin the city don't even compare. I enjoy them when I'm home because Iknow it's healthy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252814/ I finally saw that little b***h,caught her red-handed. Well I didn't do much about it, but I saw themnonetheless. I made up some lie about needing a night for my upsetstomach, Scáth said he understood. I waited in the cafe and as soonas I saw her making her way towards the field, I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252611/ I'm pregnant. I know it. There are afew symptoms to back up my maternal instinct; the morning sickness,the two missed monthly's, etc. However, I know it regardless of allof that. I'm not sure how to describe or explain this instinct, thisdistinct assurance, but I'm positive I have life gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252609/ Iknew something was up. More-so, I knew something would beup; ever since those sneaky gangsters laid their sneaky eyes on thatsneaky girl. It's been months now since that first meeting. The firstmeeting where not only Scáth made his deal, but that girl had beenintroduced to those bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252608/ It has been about four months nowsince Billy and I started our secret affair. He hates it when I callhim that, but I like to tease him. In a strange way I’m sort ofhappy. Mind you, I’m still using him to get out of here, which istaking much longer than I originally anticipated... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252607/ I never meant for Éadrom to getkilled. Fionnuala, yes. Even Kelly, yes; but that b***h got out of itthat day though. I had arranged and paid for some low life I met intown one night to sneak on the farm, take care of those two bansheesand make it look like a robbery gone wrong. I se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252604/ I've worked on the Powers' farm forabout 30 years now. I started back in 1896, I was 35 years old then.It blows me away thinking about how much time has passed. Mr. ÉadromPowers hired me shortly after him and his wife moved out fromIreland. He was a great man, couldn't be more diffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252603/ I am nervous about next week. Wellnervous and excited. Why am I feeling this way? I'm just using himright? When I brought him behind the cafe I thought I was going tohave to force my flirtatious acts and pretend to want him. Up closethough... well up close he was much more dashing than I r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252602/ For Christ's sake she's gorgeous, toogorgeous. That dame sure is a sight for sore eyes, but I could tellright away she's trouble. I knew from the start she ain't half asinnocent as she was pretending to be. She had Sam fooled but not toher credit. Sam's always a sucker for a virginal face... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252600/ Ican hear Ms. Carlyle's heavy footsteps before she enters the kitchen.She looks just as hurt as she does angry, which means The Beast gaveout to her and now she's going to give out to me. I look over atIsaiah and we say goodbye with our eyes; it's always swell to seehim, he's just a peac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252599/ December 21, 1920Dear Santa,I know it's only a few days beforeChristmas and you're very busy, but I thought maybe I'd try my luckanyway. I'm sure you know who I am and where I live (Paradis,Louisiana in case you forgot), Mom used to always say you knoweverything, which I think is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1252598/ It's the calmest of things,the strongest of things.It's the farthest, the deepestand longest of things.I stare for hours at the sea'sunchanging tides. Yet! Contained in each ripple,magnificent differences lie.How can something so soothing,frighten me so?How can something so terrifyingrelease al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1250294/ I finally come back to the cafe frommy day of work on the farm to start my other job underneath it. WhenI walk in I see those ridiculous, fancy pants suits the chumps arewearing. As ridiculous as them flivvers out front, and worse theymatch them too. Well at least two did. One fella in a g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1249850/ Well it's turning out to be a horribleday. First those snooty men show up, now I'm going to have to dealwith Scáth's temper when he comes back and sees the maggot in thecafe kitchen. I thought those men were alright at first, seemedproper business men with a genuine interest in our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1249849/ As I shut the screen door to the cafe,the noise made all the brightly clothed men turn to me and now theystare. 'I apologize, I didn't mean to slamit,' I put on my sweetest smile. The man who is the obvious leader ofthe four stands to, presumably, address me. He's dressed in awell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1249847/ Iblink away the memories. I hated that b***h, I hated their daughterand I hate their granddaughter. They all looked the same, like theywere the same person. Tall and skinny, long and wavy red hair, exceptnow the little beast has Éadrom's eyes. My brother. The only thing Iever loved,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1249846/ Onceupon a time there was a man named Éadrom Powers, and what a nobleman he was. Born in the land of Eire into a small village calledEnniscrone in County Sligo. Although his parents were righteous andkind, a second son was born and he was everything the good family wasnot. His birth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1249845/ 2: Ms.Carlyle is the woman who The Beast hired to head the speakeasy aswell as run the cafe above. I begged for the cafe when mother passed,even though I was only 10, but he knew it would make me happier thananything in the world. His answer was obvious. In addition to hisincessant need.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1249844/ Oneto the side, then one to the face. She makes me do it, she does. I’drather not touch the little beast. I’d rather not touch her at all.I touch her only as long as I have to, in order to beat thehard-hardheadedness out of her. The less the better, but she makes medo it just l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1249840/ 1: Thefirst blow comes from the right. A hook which connects itself to mykidney with such accuracy and force that one could almost assume ahigh powered magnet inhabits the organ, while the fist is comprisedof pure metal. The wind escapes my body. Before I have a chance torefill my lungs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1249838/ PartOne: Paradis** *Theground shakes beneathashorizons do break.Seameets the sky,andearth simply quakes.Hecontrols this, but why?Makesand creates...endlesslyscorching, withthese breaks, rapes, and shakes.Myeyes dart and wander.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1249837/ An orphaned girl living on a farm near New Orleans with her sinister Irish uncle, a whiskey producer during Prohibition, tries desperately to escape his cruel ways with a gangster customer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trashfairy/1249836/