Gliss Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

Along his back, a spinal ridge glowed a shifting kaleidoscope of colors. Bob grinned, flashing rows of teeth. “Lookin’ good, Carolyn. Betcha kick Michelle Kwan’s ass any day.” She scowled. “Piss off, Bob.” Bob spread his hands. “Aw, come on. Don’ be mad. The spell worked, didn’ it? Got what ya wanted, a big ole’ wet one, right on the lips!” A leer stretched his rubbery face. “Didja get any tongue?” “Bob!” She kicked the ice. “Not cool!”

Yet just as I thought that I’d be incinerated, my jerremy burst out, shadowing around me like vines, until the heights bled over the top but didn’t touch me. I pressed my fingers against the tingling red in wonder, and it shifted — alive. I laughed. “Take that, Tinker Bell.” The heights dropped away, although the jerremy didn’t recede. I might be new to this but if I had nothing else, I had common sense —sometimes.

“Do you… do you like me?” The corners of his lips twitched into a dry, unreadable smirk. Then, with maddening leisure, he reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger longer than necessary. “Don’t you think ‘like’ is a big word, Tinkerbell?” he murmured, his voice brushing against her skin like velvet. She gulped, paralyzed. His nearness, his touch, it was too much. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths.

Celine smirks, “Giving me clues? Or red herrings?” Chick chuckles, “Maybe.” Greyson snorts, Celine visibly relaxes and takes a deep breath, “A glass orb, about this big.” She holds her hands out to gesture “There’s a green glow within, but there’s white smoke billowing inside it, might be something to do with fortune telling? But I’m not certain.” Greyson gasps, nearly dropping the ball, and Chick mutters angrily, reaching forward suddenly to grab it. Chick looks at him and tuts,

she instructed, her voice soft. I held the jar as instructed, the thick, murky liquid swirling inside. It looked like something dredged from the bottom of a swamp. I braced myself for the worst. "Here goes nothing," I muttered, and then I tipped the jar back and drank. Sabrina began to hum a low, melodic tune. It was a strange, haunting sound, unlike any song I'd ever heard before. "Close your eyes, dear," Glinda said gently. "Let the humming guide you."

Larissa glared at him and asked, "What are you laughing at? Haven't you seen teddy bear slippers before?" Blurry visions suddenly flashed before Gerald's eyes. He saw a pretty girl in pink slippers, hugging a soft pillow with a comic book on her lap. She got comfortable on a couch and exclaimed, "Mister, are you a genie? How did you know I like these things?" The images only appeared briefly, but they induced a sharp pain in his head. Larissa grumbled, "What do you want? If it's nothing important, please leave. I was about to sleep!"

he agrees with me as he holds up a clean bone saw, dangling it above the body, moving it up and down as he talks as if he were holding a book or some other random object and not something designed to cut through layers of flesh and bone. “What happened to her,” I ask as we get close enough for me to see the holes in her wings and her still chest. She is either dead or in her yearly hibernation cycle, although considering how warm it is outside, I am guessing it is the former, not the latter. “Oh, Tinkerbell here,” he smirks at his own joke. “Funny you should mention your husbands. Your leprechaun prince has been a real pain in my side since I brought you home from the hospital. He keeps send

I say, casting a quick connecting spell as we move to the next area, so that the alarm spells will all be connected as one. “Buuuut,” Reagan prompts Meadow. “But guess who now has not one, but TWO, turquoise lights.” I turn and see the smirk on both of their faces. “What did he say about that?” I ask. “That it was his way of thanking Daphne for helping him yesterday.” “Yeah, instead of having one that undulates between blue and green, now she has one that is blue and undulates in different shades and one that is green and undulates in different shades.”

I tell him, as he walks away from me to get the things he need for our late night snack. “No, you can’t,” he says, smiling at me. “You’re hungry, and I’m hungry, and it’ll be easier to go to sleep later if you’re not.” He’s got a point. I sigh in defeat, and let him fix us some food, while I look at the glass bottle filled with the blue water. I pick it up and stare at it. It’s got some sort of glitter floating in there, but the glitter disappears now and then, and comes back again some other place inside the liquid. It looks magical. There’s even glitter in the bubbles that sometimes float up from the open top, and I can’t help but smile as I see one of them float up towards the ceiling.