Closing Verses - Over goal by 900 words = 50,900 words written

Goldie opened her eyes. The compact mirror was in her hand and she was lying on the bed in the dark room. She rubbed her eyes and hopped off of the bed. She walked straight over to the bookshelf and opened the cupboard doors. She pushed at the back of the cabinet, but the doors did not open into another room. In fact, there were no doors. Just a smooth piece of wood. She checked for the scratches. The fairy ring was still etched into the wall along with the words of terror.
Why had she been able to see those scratches in the other timeline? In that timeline, she hadn't written them. Some sort of fairy magic?
She walked out of the door before realizing she still held the magical compact in her hand. Not that it had any power here. She wished she could keep it, but she knew it belonged to her aunt and she couldn't steal it from her.

Right before she stepped into the living room, Mom's voice said, "That was a long nap!"

Goldie ran over to her mom, who was sitting on the couch, still reading the same book she'd been reading. She gave her the biggest hug in the history of hugs. "I wasn't napping, Mom," she said. "I was kidnapped to fairyland and a fairy disguised as a cat started a new timeline so I could go into fairyland and save the Me that was kidnapped!"

"Wow, that sounds like an amazing story," said Mom.

"I want to hear it," Aunt Mary called from her rocking chair in the corner of the living room, where she sat knitting something intricate.

So, Goldie told them the story.


The next day as Goldie and Mom were leaving Aunt Wilma's house, Aunt Wilma pressed something into Goldie's hands. "Since it was such an important part of your story, I think you should have it."

Goldie hugged the compact to her chest and hugged Aunt Wilma goodbye. "Thank you," she said, through a veil of tears, then she turned and walked out the door.

"What a sensitive little thing," Aunt Wilma said to herself as she closed the front door and went back to her knitting.

I'm sure there are plenty of holes, and I think I'm in need of an epilogue, but this is where I'm going to write:

THE END