The Sun Is Failing

So I decided to follow a writing prompt generator found here:https://thestoryshack.com/tools/writing-prompt-generator/.

Below is my writing prompt details that I was given and under that will be my story. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it!

  •  Word count: 550
  •  Genre: Fairy Tale
  •  Character: A repairman
  •  Material: A mysterious liquid
  •  Sentence: “You will take the fall for this.”
  •  Bonus: The Sun is failing.

 

The Sun is Failing:

It had been a long hard day at the workshop. Leprechauns kept paying him in fake gold for their expensive repairs and he couldn’t ban Leprechauns from his shop because of that blasted Fair Creatures Act of 2200.  Jack started his walk home after work and tried not to think about tomorrow when he’d have to explain for the fiftieth time that, no he wasn’t THAT Jack, and he didn’t have any idea why the beanstalk had popped up in the middle of town and if magic beans were to blame. He was fine with magical creatures, fairy tales, and even the bubble gum river some amateur wizard has created in his backyard. Lately though, everything seemed to be getting out of hand. The centaurs wouldn’t come out of the woods and the fairies were tired of low flying vehicles getting in their way. It was enough to drive any human crazy. Finally home Jack settled in with his modest dinner of bean soup and turned on the news. The beautiful blue sprite that Jack always rushed home to see was already done with her news and had switched over to Temple, the elderly gnome who hated his job. Jack just caught the end of his news story.

“…Well folks, it seems as if the sun IS indeed failing. The city council assures us it has their best people on the job but so far, nothing seems to be working. Back to you Sunder.”

Jack barely even paid attention as the blue sprite came back onto the tv to talk about the unicorn showing. The sun was failing? How could that be? In the millions and millions of years the Earth had existed, the sun had never failed. Why now? Shaking his head and wondering what the world was coming to, Jack washed his bowl and went up to bed.

The next day was even weirder for Jack. Sure no one asked him about any beanstalks which was a definite improvement but all anyone could talk about was the sun. He heard countless theories from his customers about what the cause could be but they all seemed as unlikely as the last. The Alien community had been peaceful for a century now and vampires had declared their annual slumber weeks ago. All the usual culprits of big crimes were in the underground lockup and, with the new dragons in place and the trolls finally armed, they weren’t likely to escape.

It wasn’t until well after lunch when Jack heard something that caused him to take pause and listen. Two old hags were walking past when he overheard their conversation.

“I heard it was that beanstalk that popped up in the middle of town. The thing is so high that its poking into the sun, and there’s a mysterious green liquid that’s been pouring down the beanstalk” , said the hag with the crow hat.

“I don’t know, there hasn’t been a beanstalk that size in ages”, exclaimed the other as they walked away.

Jack sat as his workbench pondering this for a moment. Could the beanstalk have something to do with the sun failing? It seemed unlikely a beanstalk would reach that high and even if it had, wouldn’t it just catch fire? He shook his head and started packing up his tools for the day. He decided it was time to have a talk with Kiwi, his old friend.

Walking downtown always made Jack feel a little uneasy. Sure the Orcs hadn’t attacked recently and the relations between Orcs and humans were getting better, but humans still weren’t that welcome in the downtown area. Here the Fair Creatures Act had been ignored but humans were targeted with buildings everywhere bearing signs that read, “No Admittance to Humans.”

Finally getting to the old brick building, Jack knocked on the wooden door until he heard steps. Finally the door was opened to reveal Kiwi, an elderly elf who had become a hermit in his later years. He was one of Jack’s only non-human friends after they worked together in a factory for many years.

“Jack! It’s so good to see you! What brings you to these parts?”

“Hello Kiwi! I wanted a word, might I come in?”

“Of course, of course. Come right in!”

Jack followed Kiwi in and shut the door behind him. The room had dirt and grass on the floor with plants growing in every spare place they could be put. Kiwi was a wood elf and filled his home with the forest wherever he could.

“So Jack, what did you come to talk about? I haven’t seen you in ages!” exclaimed  Kiwi.

“It has been quite a while with work and the Leprechauns are back at their old tricks during this season. Actually I came to talk about the news recently Kiwi, the sun is failing!”, Jack said, surprised Kiwi didn’t know.

“No! I hadn’t heard without tv, and you know I’m not much for visitors. Do they know what’s causing it?” inquired Kiwi.

“Well everyone has their speculations, but no one knows for sure. I heard an interesting bit of conversion today though that has me thinking. Two old hags were walking and discussing that maybe it was the beanstalk that sprung up in town recently. No one knows where it came from and I thought perhaps with your knowledge of them…I know you’re reluctant to talk about when you dealt in beans but, it could be of some use. Can they really grow that tall Kiwi?” Asked Jack, still in shock over the rumored height.

Kiwi was quiet for some time, as he didn’t like to talk about his life before moving to the city and settling down. Finally he nodded slowly as if deciding he best impart some wisdom.

“Yes Jack, they can indeed grow that tall. Taller even. One was rumored to reach the heavens in the olden days. I suppose it is entirely possible one is causing issues with the sun. They are flame-proof you know, and grow very well in bright light. The sun has been flickering as of late. I suppose I should have known the rumors, even here in the dregs of town, had some truth to them.”

“Wow”, whistled Jack, “flame proof…are they indestructible Kiwi?” he mused.

“No, no nothing like that. They can be chopped down just like any ordinary tree. The bean juice that they’re filled with keeps them safe from flame since they flourish in bright lights.”

After this Kiwi was silent for a while. Finally he looked at Jack with calculating eyes.

“We both know who your great great grandfather was Jack, but you don’t have anything you must live up to. I’ve never said a word and no one even knows your family existed in anything but a fairy tale. Beanstalks are dangerous. Not the stalk itself but what it can draw to the town and to the one who destroys the beanstalk. You know the giants have never signed the peace treaty and wherever there is a beanstalk a giant is far from trouble. Please don’t go looking for trouble Jack.” pleaded Kiwi.

“No I suppose I shouldn’t.” mused Jack. Though even then he was considering how hard it could be to cut down a beanstalk. He could win the town’s affection, charge better rates. Move out of his rickety shack of a home. Kiwi must have seen the look in Jack’s eyes because he said next, in a warning tone.

“Your great great grandfather may have saved the town Jack, but he’s also the one who planted the magic beans in the first place and brought them to this world. DON’T get involved Jack, you will take the fall for this whole situation if you do.”

Jack nodded his head in agreement and headed off back home. He was sure Kiwi was right. Getting involved would do more harm than good and really there were plenty of other young men who could cut down a beanstalk. Still, he wondered as he neared his home, it would be nice to afford a new cow.

*****THE END*****

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Well I went over my word limit lol. I decided not to completely finish the story with the sun getting fixed. I like the allude to the cow in the original fairy tale and I think I like this ending. If you really want me to make a part 2 let me know in the comments section! I hope no one was too bored with the long dialogue. I’m more used to writing poetry and I’m still struggling with short stories a bit. Look for more to come and thank you again for reading!

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