Huzzah Ireland! It's the SPD Blogfest!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day! And Happy Luck O' The Irish SPD Blogfest! This is the first blogfest I've hosted, and I couldn't have done it without my fabulous and lovely co-host, Colene Murphy. Now there's an Irish girl that seriously rocks!

My SPD entry is below, and further down is a list of all the awesome participants so you can hop with ease! I'll be at work all day Thursday, but I promise to visit everyone's blog when I get home in the evening.

Don't forget that there will be prizes! Colene and I will each pick our favorite SPD entry and announce the winners on Monday. Entries can consist of flash fiction or a favorite SPD memory/story. The prize is a new release of your choice! If you want to peek at me and Colene's original posts about the fest (for more details and all that good stuff), click here and here.

So, writery lads and lassies, I present to you my SPD flash fiction:

Smoke wafted up into the air. The young witch sat back in the thick grass of the meadow and smiled in satisfaction.

A moment later, the smile fell away as a strange sound filled the air, like the whistle of a train. Something flew towards her, coming down through the sky with frightening speed. Bright and colorful and…

The rainbow hit the ground beside her, splashing color over her cloak like melted crayons. Beside it stood a little man with greenish skin and copper hair. He wore a bright green suit and on a chain around his neck hung a huge golden badge.

“Limerick O’Malley, Magical Environmental Protection Agency. You’re in violation of Code 287.11523, use of a faulty wand that produces harmful smoke.”

“You’re who? With what?” stammered the witch.

Ignoring her, the leprechaun flipped out a small pad of paper and continued. “I’ll let you off today with a warning, but I’ll have to confiscate your wand.”

“Since when do leprechauns regulate the use of magic?”

“You’re new around here, aren’t you? They may let you get away with murder in America, but in Ireland we take the protection of our meadows very seriously.” He finished writing and handed her the ticket. "Your wand now, lassie.” He flattened his palm before her face imperiously.

"No way. No miniature man is taking my wand,” she said sullenly, one hand on her hip.

A deep sigh escaped the leprechaun’s lips. “I was afraid it’d come to this.” In one swift move he pulled out a pair of gold handcuffs, flicked the wand out of her hands, and latched the cuffs around her wrists.

“You can’t be serious! This makes no sense whatsoever!”

“Actually it makes perfect sense. I’m green. I protect the green.” He hauled her towards the rainbow. “We’re headed to the other side now. And there ain’t no pot of gold for you there, either.”

See below for all the other SPD entries. Blog hop til you're tipsy like you've had too much green beer!