Day 332 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a mythical creature.
Shannon: “You’re tiny,” his voice sounded like thunder as he lifted me up in his palm.
“Or maybe you’re huge,” I had to shout for him to hear me. Everyone always says fairies small, but I always wondered if we were normal and everybody else was giant. Maybe no one was meant to be that big.
Erin: There was a time when people thought unicorns were a magical concept. Little did they know our world would change and the evolution resulting in them would be inevitable.
Time to get mythical.
Pelky Sisters 
Heather gets to her presents, sitting in the comfy chair with all her friends and a few Avengers nearby. She finds a flat, rectangle present is next. She picks it up, shaking it. Some people laugh, but Finn frowns a little. After seeing who it is from, Heather understands why. “Sorry Finn, I’ll be careful.”
Heather rips the paper off, finding a detailed painting on the canvas no bigger than two hands high and one hand wide.
“…Finn,” Heather sighs, looking at the picture of a phoenix.
“You rose from the ashes, Heather,” Finn smiles.
“Can I see?” Josh asks. Heather turns it around. Everyone oohs.
“I see it also has glass over the front,” Heather states, “that’s not usual for canvas art.”
“I… might have animated a few attempts,” Finn says hesitantly, “accidentally.”
“I remember one of those,” Nikki points out, “one of them was almost done too, so-”
“Nikki!” Finn complains.
“Why were you at Finn’s?”
Nikki smirks, “I wasn’t. He was at my place.”
Finn exasperatedly states, “I was stressed, she was making cookies. What was I supposed to do? So I made the painting at Nikki’s.”
“Well thank you, Finn,” Heather says, setting the framed picture down.
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