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A Pixie Called Pudding (Book 1)
A Pixie Called Pudding (Book 1)
A Pixie Called Pudding (Book 1)
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A Pixie Called Pudding (Book 1)

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On an obscure island in the North Atlantic Ocean, a cheerful pixie named Pudding is about to make history by launching the world's first submarine. Unfortunately, the maiden voyage, which should be an easy cruise around the ocean for the young inventor and her three friends, quickly turns into an unexpected adventure.

With events of mythological proportions happening all around her, Pudding soon realizes that her newest invention may land her in the history books for an entirely different reason.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTravis Flynn
Release dateDec 24, 2011
ISBN9781466137080
A Pixie Called Pudding (Book 1)
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Travis Flynn

Travis Flynn has been writing young adult fiction since early 2008. His work combines fantasy, adventure, and mythological elements with a cast of unusal characters. His first completed work, Ghost Tales, was released in August 2011. A Pixie Called Pudding was released December 2011 as a free ebook. The next two novels in the pixie series, The Siren's Song and The Wayward King were released in 2012 and 2013.Travis Flynn is a lifelong resident of Iowa and can often be found at a computer screen, busily engaged in computer and data science. He occasionally teaches college courses in the areas of math and science, and has been known to enjoy sci-fi TV and video games too much.

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    A Pixie Called Pudding (Book 1) - Travis Flynn

    A Pixie Called Pudding

    Copyright © 2011 Travis Flynn. All rights reserved.

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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    A Pixie Called Pudding

    By

    Travis Flynn

    Chapter 1

    For a young pixie named Pudding, today was the big day. This was the day she was born for, no doubt about it. As she looked around, she took note of the fact that there was no cheering crowd, nor fanfare of any kind. The event hadn’t been turned into a tremendous spectacle and even the reporters hadn’t bothered to show up. A bright smile crossed her face. This was the way it was meant to be; just a wide open beach, a couple of good friends, and one long shot idea. Yes sir, this was the big day.

    By human standards, it was late May, on a Saturday in 900 B.C. Somewhere near the middle of the North Atlantic Ocean, Pudding was sitting on a beach, enjoying the sunrise and the salty air with her friends Nemesis, Jinx, and Fidget. With the exception of Nemesis, who wears a near constant scowl on her pointy face, these pixies looked every bit the energetic, cheery beings that they are often described as.

    The early light of dawn had just lit up a row of puffy clouds like a great fire burning across the sky, but Pudding’s deep violet eyes had already found something more exciting to stare at. Out on the sun soaked horizon, dark outlines of sea birds swooped in wide circles over pixie fishing boats. Pudding couldn’t help but watch the way they soared around in such a carefree way. She admired freedom like that.

    She continued to watch them until they disappeared from her view. Absentmindedly twisting a long lock of her curly blonde hair between her thin fingers, she said in a small, sweet voice, You know, I wouldn’t mind trying to fly someday.

    Jinx nodded in agreement. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind trying rye either. I don’t know if it’s as good as wheat bread, but hey, you know me; where food is concerned, I’m up for anything. He gave his notably plump belly a quick pat and then laughed one of those laughs that can be heard for a hundred feet in every direction. Nemesis gave this same belly a quick look and then turned away disgusted.

    Jinx, said Pudding cheerfully, as she beamed a smile at him.

    Yeah? he asked.

    "I said fly, not rye."

    Oh….

    Pudding once again indulged in her fantasy of flying for a few moments. Her friends took advantage of her daydream to sneak in a few worried glances amongst themselves. Their cause for concern was a short distance away. Across from where they were seated on the beach, a dock had been built of pearly white timber. At the end of this dock, a giant brass colored object that looked like a slightly sleeker version of a tin can was floating half in and half out of the water. There was a glass window where the front should have been, and a giant propeller stuck out of the rear. A hatch on its topside was invitingly left open, which is what worried three of the four friends.

    Jinx gave his slick black hair an extra hard slicking back, hoping that the movement would draw attention away from his mismatched sky blue and aquamarine eyes, which quickly switched their view from his worried friends, to the floating contraption, to the pixie girl lost in thought, and then once more to the contraption. With an air of apprehension, but trying to be as delicate as possible, Jinx said, "Flying sounds great and all, but I think we need to survive this invention first, Pudding."

    "I could have put it better, of course, but still, I agree with Jumbo. Oh, oh, excuse me, I mean Jinx, said Nemesis fluffing her auburn hair back into its fancy position and resituating her extravagant white dress every time the breeze picked up. If she had bothered to look at Jinx, she would have noticed his chubby face turn slightly red, but her beady little silver eyes never lost track of the brass object. This thing, she said, flicking her hand toward it while rolling her eyes, this submarine, I think you called it. It makes me nervous. Ugh, I’m getting sand on my sandals and my dress is a mess. The things I endure for you people.…"

    Why would you wear a dress for this? asked Jinx. You look like you should be at a school dance or something.

    Nemesis scowled at him. "If you knew anything about looking good, you wouldn’t have to ask. Besides, we’re here to make history, and I certainly don’t want to be remembered in blue jeans and t-shirts like you three."

    You’re right, Nemesis, said Jinx enthusiastically, "how dare we look like normal, sane pixies? We should be more appropriately attired! I’ll be right back. Jinx waved his hand and shouted, Teleport!" disappearing in a brief flash of light.

    Nemesis turned her eyes upon the sand where Jinx had just been seated, looking at it as though his mere presence tainted it. I don’t know why you have to spend time around such lame people, Pudding.

    Surprised, Pudding turned toward Nemesis, searching the pixie’s face for some indication that that comment was just a joke. Unfortunately, Nemesis had never looked more serious. They aren’t lame, she replied. I saw both of them run two miles during the physical exams last week.

    Pudding and Fidget both broke into laughter. Nemesis stared at Pudding dully.

    Fidget, who was seated on Pudding’s immediate right, said in a deep, though surprisingly timid voice, I don’t think she knows the real meaning of the word lame, Pudding. Fidget is something of an oddity among pixies, with his intensely orange eyes, buzzed brown hair, and lack of a sweet, song like voice.

    Oh! The word lame actually means….

    I know what it means, Pudding, shouted Nemesis, "and you know what I meant by it. She stopped to once again fluff up her hair. I believe Jumbo threw up after that run you mentioned … but that doesn’t surprise me; he and Fidget probably looked at each other’s ugly faces near the finish line."

    I find them both very handsome, said Pudding sincerely.

    Fidget turned away, trying to hide his now cherry red cheeks.

    Nemesis made a gagging sound. "Well, I know I want to puke every time I see either of them."

    Hey! shouted Fidget, still facing away from everyone.

    Goodness me, droned Nemesis, pretending to be shocked. Are you still sitting there? I thought you would have teleported to help Jumbo. I didn’t know he could put clothes on without supervision.

    I manage just fine, said Jinx who had just reappeared. Pudding and Fidget took one look at Jinx and then started laughing again. Nemesis had a very sour

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