New Wings.Justin stood up and picked up his backpack. “Time to get moving!” he said cheerily. He folded his wings in against his back so that he could sling the backpack over his shoulder.
“Just one more stretch…” Jackie yawned. The hike had been much earlier in the morning than she was used to.
“I’d like to get to the top by noon.” Justin said.
Jackie raised an eyebrow at him. “So you keep saying, but you haven’t told me why.”
“You’ll see. Come on, the view is amazing!”
The mountain they were climbing was heavily forested, and the spot they were resting at was one of the few spots that had an opening in the trees for the warmth of the sun to shine in.
Jackie stretched her arms out one last time before standing up. She lifted her backpack and carried it on the side of her arm. With her broken wings, carrying it on her back would have been far too painful.
The pair started up the path again. The early morning had
A Christmas Short Story
Austin swung his blue and white wings smooth and slow through the air to hover over a tall Christmas tree anchored on the barren ground, trying not to shake the ornaments hung below on the thin branches. He hooked homemade ornaments on the branches near the top and turned the best side out. They were not fancy, but meant something special to each of their makers here in their desert home. Nachpi, the old Indian below him stringing lights and reaching too far off his ladder, looked like he was going to fall.
Piper flew down right beside him and landed hard, kicking up a cloud of red dust around her boots. She grabbed her Monument Valley ornament swinging near the tip of a branch and yelled at him. “Hey! Your down wash is going to knock my ornament off. Scoot over.”
Austin moved to the other side. “Well, you put it there. It was going to fall off that teeny branch anyway.”
Piper curled the ornament’s thin
FlyingAmadea felt the familiar pull. She felt the wind on her face. She felt the moonlight on her feathers. She felt, she was, she flew. Existence like this was something not unusual to Amadea, but there were not many instances when she had been given leave to visit the Second Plane. Flying like this, floating like this, was impossible on the First Plane. For millennia, Amadea had wistfully remembered what it was like to feel this amount of unburdened freedom. Now she had her chance!
Starts glittered above her, their fragile lights hiding away a world only angels and their Father knew. The navy heavens caressed her with breaths of air, flooding the underside of her wings to keep her so high aloft. There was no need to exert her tender shoulder muscles when she was this close to her home. Besides, flapping her feathered wings looked a bit silly, she had discovered. For a moment she found herself wondering how humans could believe she and her kin were things of great beauty. When Amadea looked
WingsI looked over the edge of the cliff with my heart beating against my ribs like a bird in a cage much to small for its powerful wings. Was I really about to do this? Sure, I'd been told that, if I focus hard enough, I could fly. But what if I couldn't keep it together? My mind was completely scrambled at the moment!
My foot ventured over the side, then quickly drew back.
"Nope. Not doing it. No. No, no, no, no, no, I'm not jumping off a cliff to find out if I can really fly or not." I grumbled. I folded my arms and stared back at the ledge.
The voice in the back of my head piped up. "But you've always love a little bit of a thrill. Why not just try to do this?"
I narrowed my eyes. "If it goes wrong, I die. The next bit of ground I can touch past that edge is nearly a hundred meters straight down."
But as I pondered the voice, I realized that it was right. If I didn't try, I could never accomplish this. With a sigh, I went back to the edge and looked down. My heart slammed against its bo
The King Chronicles Ch11
The impact still rings in my ears, but I have no idea where I am.
Did I just black out?
I’m laying on the ground, trying to connect the pieces, but no explanation comes to me. Nothing is the same. Nothing looks like it was just blasted apart. My ears ring and my skin feels raw like I’ve been sandblasted, like I’ve been sunburnt, but the grass under my fingers is moist and soft and bends under a silent breeze. Behind me and to my left, I see an expanse of water shockingly vast. The hill slopes down to a rocky beach where I can’t hear the waves slushing the sand around.
I can hear my breathing now, muffled, but there. I’m glad of the reminder that I’m still alive.
I’m surprised to find none of my bones broken. My movement isn’t hindered as I ease down the hill onto the rocks. I feel like the water is calling to me, and I submit. I’m still wearing my shoes, I realize with a puffing laugh. I take them both off and place them side-by-s
'Know the Ai'a'ive'Know the Ai'a'ive
Race name: Ai'a'ive (pronounced "eye-a-eevay")
Scientific name: Homo Sapiens Fugitus
English Nicknames: Angel, Harpy (derogatory), Wingman (sometimes derogatory), winged human (some consider it offensive, others do not)
Homeland: Believed to originally be from Earth, they are spread out throughout the galaxy. Most notable Ai'a'ive populations: Oava'ia'i (in the Green Heaven), Seiloa (around Delta Pavonis, in the Black Heaven), Vaoloaola (around Kappa Rotus, in the Blue Heaven), Ai'a'ivea Archipelago on Earth
Average Male and Female heights: Generally between 4'10" and 6'5", with men usually, but not always, being in the upper end of the spectrum.
Basic Physical Characteristics: According to legend, the original Ai'a'ive were once human, and it has been proven that there are humans who are actually "dormant" Ai'a'ive (descended from those who were "shattered"), this was caused long ago when all the Ai'a'iv
Skyward DanceWhen you’re ready, meet me above the clouds.
The wind wrapped itself around her body, brushing her hair against her skin and rustling the feathers behind her back. She flexed the muscles protruding from her back, stretching them out as far as they would reach. Her fingers twitched, feeling the wind that embraced her.
She took a breath and ran.
Her bare feet pounded against the dirt beneath her, splashing through puddles and crushing dead leaves. It was dark, but even so she could see the end of the earth fast approaching.
She stretched out her arms, shifted her wings. Her feet pushed off the ground for a final time, the weight of her body working with gravity to push her down, down towards the earth that was now far beneath her.
But gravity had never won against her before.
Within moments she was soaring, flying, swooping with the wind. Her wings carried her up, higher and higher, the wind growing colder and pricking her skin with goose bumps. She felt the moisture of the