Introduction

✨ I wrote this little fantasy story back in 2024 and had almost forgotten about it. But this is exactly why I’m so thankful for this deep dive into my old writing—it’s like rediscovering little pieces of myself.

Some things I’ve uncovered needed to be let go, but others—like this one—I’m proud to share again. It’s a simple reminder of magic, wonder, and the power of imagination.

I’m not claiming to be an amazing writer, but I do love a story that invites us to dream. And this one still does.

—Skelly

She Heard The Hidden Call

There once was a girl who lived two separate lives. One was in the world, among flesh and blood, and the other existed only in her mind—or perhaps in a place only a few special people could ever see. In both worlds, she seemed invisible to everyone.

From a young age, she walked through life performing the usual tasks: attending school, caring for her sibling, and completing her chores. Yet, her hands were busy with the demands of the day. Her mind wandered to a different realm—one busy with the tiniest, most extraordinary invisible creatures.

In this extraordinary, invisible world, she saw things no one else could. These creatures saw her, too, though they didn’t always pay her much attention. Still, they were always there, following her through the hours, never leaving her side.

They ran amok in her classroom, causing delightful chaos while she did her best to ignore them. Once, she watched a tiny creature. It was no bigger than a thimble. It jumped from desk to desk, ripping students’ papers. Textbooks were scattered across the floor. At the height of the commotion, this puppy-like creature, no larger than her thimble, made a daring leap to the teacher’s desk, nearly toppling it over.

This was no ordinary puppy. It was small enough to fit in her pocket. Yet, it carried the weight and force of a hammer. This earned its name: Tiny Hammer.

Of course, no one else saw what was happening. The flying papers and the trembling desk were dismissed as gusts of wind or unlikely tremors. The girl watched silently, neither surprised nor alarmed. She had been seeing these unexplained things her whole life. She was accustomed to being different and living in two worlds.

As she grew older, the world continued on, evolving with her. Invisibility remained her constant companion in both realms. Yet, the creatures, once her sole confidants, transformed alongside her. They were no longer mischievous companions but part of an adventure—a mission of sorts.

As she navigated the sterile halls of her high school, then college and on, she began the life of clocking in and out of the office. Her invisible world transformed. It became filled with spies and warriors. They whispered directions and warnings in her mind:
“Turn left. Go straight ahead. Watch the person coming toward you.”

She couldn’t see them clearly, only fleeting visions of their forms. They protected and guided her, though she didn’t fully understand why. She listened to their warnings. She saw them less, but could still hear them call to her.

Tiny Hammer, the puppy-like creature, still appeared occasionally, but less frequently. The bear with the yellow hat, the raccoon, and the family of skunks she had adopted began to fade away. The clouds that used to whisper secrets grew quieter, their shapes harder to decipher. Things were changing as she changed.

These companions had once filled the empty spaces of her childhood, keeping her loneliness at bay. Now, they were becoming more challenging to find. Their absence left an ache she couldn’t quite put into words. Though she had grown older, the ache remained. She would see something in the corner of her eye, but would never be sure. The voices she could never be sure if they were her own or someone else’s, and it made her sad.

But now, she had a secret of her own—a gift she hadn’t fully understood until she became an adult. The creatures and their voices were harder to find. Yet, the realm itself still opened its doors to her in ways no one else could see. She no longer walked through this other world. Now, she carried its whispers into the one everyone else lived in. Her worlds had become one.

She dreamed of things before they happened—glimpses of moments so vivid they were more than imagination. The wind spoke softly to her, carrying truths and secrets as if delivering messages from the unseen. The trees swayed in patterns only she interpreted. The stars seemed to shift their positions just slightly. They pointed the way. No one would believe her if she were to tell them… but she knew.

In her dreams, the creatures appeared again, but now they listened to her as much as she listened to them. She would speak, and they would nod. It was as though she were part of something greater. She was a messenger between their world and hers.

Others didn’t understand her, of course. When she mentioned the dreams, they would look at her with pity. When she talked about the way the wind seemed to know her name, they would look at her with concern.
“She’s eccentric,” they said. “Poor thing doesn’t seem well.” She was different, that was for sure, but that was perfectly seen by the ones who mattered. She had a higher calling.

But she didn’t mind. She stood tall, her faith steady. This gift, strange and mysterious as it was, wasn’t meant for others to understand. It was hers to carry, hers to learn from. It was a hard gift to carry, but she was thankful for it.

The creatures may not have been as loud or playful as they once were, but she still felt them all around her. Tiny Hammer’s thudding paws echoed faintly in her heart. The bear’s yellow hat seemed to linger in the air like a memory of sunlight. Though quieter, the whispers in the clouds still wrapped around her like a gentle embrace.

She was no longer just a child watching the unseen world unfold; she was now a keeper of its stories, a guide for those who might someday walk the same path.

The magic hadn’t faded—it had simply changed. And so had she.

SK-

I hope you enjoyed this short story. Even though I write many short stories, I don't share many. I thought I would share this one and see how it goes. You never know how it'll hit people. I would love some feedback. Please comment or email me at fabricthatmademe@gmail.com. Your feedback will help my writing. Good or bad, I am here for it! I can handle it!

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