Hey, guys! This is my first story and I'm really excited about it, because… well, it's self-explanatory. So I would appreciate it if you could give me some criticism and ideas. I need to know what I'm doing wrong if I am, so don't just leave negative comments with no purpose at all except to decrease my confidence about even writing this story in the first place, and, trust me, it's already pretty low. ;)
Flora Thyme quietly flew into Lucy Hughes' play house, smiling at the illustrations of butterflies and flowers on the walls. On the little plastic table, too, were pieces of paper with drawings of flowers and girls in the park… but mostly flowers. Flora smiled, proud of her (not that you would ever see her admit it) favorite little child.
Flora zoomed over to the potted seedlings of flowers. She held her hands in front of her and hummed, concentrating on the water molecules in the fertile soil and bringing them over to the roots, encouraging the plants to grow, grow, grow. And grow they did. They sprouted up for all they were worth, and Flora grinned as much as she could, thinking about how elated her little Lucy would be.
Once Flora finished working on the flowers, she flew outside and spun around in the air, cherishing the cool evening breeze. She looked up and thanked the moon for this wonderful gift: bringing joy to children. Sure, she got lonely, but who wouldn't, with 549 years without anyone being able to see her.
Flora then realized there was something, something, spreading across the night sky. Little golden tendrils crept along, often with beautiful, majestic animals made of the same substance, alongside it. She flew up to investigate.
What she found was amazing. Sparkling sand snakes slithered through the starry night sky (A/N: like my alliteration?). Flora reached out to touch it, and there was a small spark as some of the sand came out from the line it was in and formed a mini garden, with gorgeous flowers, trees, and bushes in it. She gasped; it was so beautiful!
Once Flora had gotten over the initial shock of seeing something that appeared only in her most amazing dreams, she wondered what, or who, could do this. Then it snapped. Dreams! Who else than the Sandman could do this? She giggled. She had hoped to meet the Sandman ever since the moon had told her that her name was Flora Thyme and that she was the Queen Spirit of Greenery.
She had remembered the tales her mother used to tell her about Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, even Jack Frost, and immediately surmised that they must be spirits, too.
Focusing on the issue at hand, Flora watched the sand snakes closely, trying to find out which way they were going. Realizing that they were heading south, she quickly zipped north, making sure to stay near the sand snakes at all times.
Flora was breathing hard through her nose, keeping her mouth in a straight line of determination. She flew faster, leaning forward so that she was in a horizontal line.
After a matter of time, she reached a town which she recognized as Burgess. She stopped in mid-air, wide-eyed at the site before her.
There he was, the Sandman. He was standing on a cloud made of the precious sand that also made up the little snake-like ropes of dreams. His hands were outstretched, and Flora unconsciously reached out, too.
He was about the same size as her, maybe a little taller. He wore a suit made of sand, and he seemed to be made of it also. His hair spiked in several directions, and he wore a smile, looking down at the children of Burgess, peacefully sleeping.
Flora accidentally let a sigh leave her mouth as she put her arm down. She froze as the Sandman turned to look at her, staring at his cherub face.
Now, I'm not sure if I have to put this, but just so you know, they're not really snakes, it's just a little figure of speech.