2016 has been an indisputably horrible year for so many people. It has gotten progressively worse as it comes to an end, and at this point, if someone were to discover aliens that wanted to abduct humans, a good portion of us would say “Good. Let them. This planet sucks, anyways. Beam me up, Scotty.” This is not what happened to me. My story has no aliens, no spaceships, no weird probes and experiments. Late 2016, my friend made the joke that the world has always been kinda nasty, and that maybe whenever things got really bad in Ireland, people would hope that the Fae people would come and take them away, similar to the alien comment I mentioned earlier. I made the mistake of saying “I wish they would.” I had forgotten the stories my …show more content…
I wasn’t paying attention on the walk home from school, which takes me through a forest as a shortcut to my house. I didn’t notice the ring of discolored grass, and I didn’t find it odd that once I stepped in it, all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep, right there. On the ground. In the middle of the forest. I used my backpack as a pillow, and let the sounds of nature lull me to sleep in this odd circle. I remember …show more content…
She ate food from the underworld and was bound there. Fae are the same way. If they eat food from our realm, they’re stuck here. If we eat food from their realm, we’re stuck there until they release us. I’m not sure, because the dream was hazy, but I think that’s what happened. This dream was a hazy memory, and that’s why I woke up 17 years in the future. I mean. It’s not really the future. I’m in it right now. Point is, I missed 17 years of life. I woke up, groggy and confused, in a forest I didn’t recognize. Only the things in the grass circle were the same. Myself, my backpack, some stones and ferns. The trees outside the ring were not the trees I walked past every day. The path, now overgrown, was barely visible enough to follow home. My dog didn’t bark when I walked past my yard and to the front door. Nobody opened the door before I got my key out, because they saw me approach. I didn’t find this odd either. Sometimes my dog is sleeping, or my parents are out. They weren’t. I walked into my home and saw my mother, sitting in her La-Z-Boy, like she always did when she read the newspaper. “Mom?” A glass shattered in the kitchen, and I turned to see my father, looking like he’d seen a ghost. Remembering this now, I suppose he