Second in a trio of lesbian fairy tales for Abby. Inspired by this post for @blimeyhermione. Sorry it took so long, doll. See the other two here and here.
Ava Monroe was not a particularly outgoing girl. She was a notorious homebody, with a deep love of books and cuddling. She had always wanted to be a famous writer. It was the one extroverted wish in her tremendously introverted heart. To be adored for her words and the creation of worlds.
She was a good writer, with a flair for the romantic, but exposure was hard to come by when you feared rejection more than solitude; when you created more colorful lands in your imagination than existed in the real world. So Ava started wishing. She wished every night for a publisher to take a chance on her—on one book. That’s all she would need, she was sure of it. And so, she waited, she wrote, she submitted, and she wished. And, unlike our mundane reality where that might not be enough, something magical happened—with just a little nudge.
Ava was home after work, sitting with her tea in her hands and her feet tucked underneath her on the couch. She heard a knock at her door. She looked at it for a moment, and then went back to watching the movie. She wasn’t home for whoever was there. She hadn’t ordered food, and no one was supposed to come over, anyway. The knock came again. Ava rolled her eyes and increased the volume. And then, the air crackled with energy and a flash of lightning came from under her door. Ava yelped in shock.
“Mortal, if I must knock a third time, you will not like what happens to the door. Open it,” came a clear, lightly accented voice. Ava shivered. She steeled herself and stood. She padded quietly to the door and opened it the tiniest crack, to see who it was.
Take a Chance: A Modern Magical Fairytale
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