It's Snowing!
This is just a story I wrote to pass the time in my American Literature class. Just a one shot short story.
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Two small sparkling eyes peered out the window and looked out at the gray sky. It was snowing. Large snowflakes drifted down and landed on the already covered ground. Elves of all sizes were out playing in the snow. But this elfling was inside staring out. He was grounded for sneaking into the kitchen and making a late night snake. It took forever to get the flour out of his hair. Currently, his task was to clean the kitchen, but he had become distracted quickly with the snow.
Tearing his eyes away from the joyous scene of the outside world, he began to sweep the flour on the floor up. It lightly powered the floor and when he swept little streaks of flour remained. He stopped sweeping and glanced around. It looked like snow. A mischievous grin grew on his face. He turned and grabbed a stool and with loud screeching sounds, he drug it to the counter. He climbed up quickly and crawled to where the jar of flour kept.
He took the painted ceramic top off and stared at the fluffy whiteness inside. If my adar catches me then I will be in more trouble. But I am already in trouble. And the kitchen is already a mess and needs to be cleaned. He shoved his tiny hand into the jar and grabbed a handful of flour. He stared at the powdery substance for a second and sighed sending the flour up into the air and onto his face.
It was perfect. Just like snow, but without the cold. He snatched the jar of flour and carefully leaped to the ground. Handful after handful, he threw the flour into the air and danced around as it drifted gracefully to the ground. He watched as it covered the countertops and floor in a fine layer. But this moment of bliss was just momentarily. All too soon the jar was empty.
There must be more. Cookie gives the food to many people. Where could the rest be? He scaled the countertop once more to start his quest for more flour. Brown stuff, some more brown stuff, green leafy stuff. Where is it? His eyes rested on the final jar and slowly opened it. I found it! He poured the entire contents onto the floor and hopped to the ground. He got on his hands and knees and spread the flour out. Turning around he laid back with his arms and legs sprawled out beside him. Giggling to himself, he moved his arms and legs in an up and down motion.
"Legolas!"
"Ada, look!" He stood up and turned and pointed at where he was previously sitting. "I made a maiden!" In the flour there was an imprint of a lady in a long flowing dress.
"Ai, Legolas. What am I going to do with you?"
"You can help me find more flour! See, it looks like snow when you throw it in the air!"
"Look at you! You are covered from head to toe. You look like a ghost. Oh, and the kitchen is still a mess."
"It was snowing and I wanted to play in the snow. Can I go outside?"
"Not yet. If you clean this mess up before sundown I'll let you go play outside. But you need to hurry."
"Ok!" Legolas grabbed the broom and began to sweep the flour into a pile. And with each brush, he left behind flour streaks.
----The End----