Thursday, March 4, 2010

New Story

My writer's block is gone!!!




Chapter One

Crystal

            I smirked as around me kids filed out of school, talking on phones, listening to iPods, communicated with others, and walked home. They had no idea what was coming. I wondered faintly how they would react. I had gone through this in my head millions of times, during class, at home, or in my dreams.
            But this is my little experiment. My parents loved it when I use my head. Though I’m not sure if they’re going to like this one.
             I took a step. Kids ignored me. I took another. Nothing happened. I grinned more. Then, I shrugged off my book-bag. I glanced at the angle of the sun. It was right where I wanted it to be. Or more correctly, I was in the position perfect for my plan.
            I unfurled my wings.
            No, that is not a typo. I have beautiful red wings. Yes, I can fly with them. Also my brain has been stimulated to exert powerful amounts of energy at will. I can dull or sharpen my nerves and senses. In addition to those, like an octopus I can change my appearance (spare my height) at will.
            I was made to.
            Kids around me dropped their items. Screams and gasps echoed throughout the area. With a laugh, I snatched my book-bag and launched myself into the air. My powerful wings pushed hard on the down-stroke, causing me to soar upward. The wind rushed past me, drowning out the screams of my fellow students.

            “How was school, honey?” my mom called from downstairs. I remembered how I had flown from school to my house, a huge home on top of a tectonic formation between a hill and a mountain. It was really a pain to walk up it; my bus stop was at the bottom. But I had stamina after years of hill/mountain-climbing. 
            I landed gracefully onto the balcony that led to my room. At night I would often go for a fly before I went to bed, so my parents installed the balcony as a landing for me.
            “Fantastic,” I replied, which was my way of saying ‘fine’. I let my wings relax; there was no one to see them for miles but me and parents. I drew out my homework, studied the questions, and with a flick of my hand, projected the answers. Telekinesis has advantages.
            My dad poked his head through the door, frowning at me. “Crystal, come see this.” I got up to follow him. Instinctively I pulled my wings in tight. I did that when I felt scared or cautious. Like humans wincing or gulping, my wings reacted to emotion much like facial expressions. 




4 comments:

The Golden Eagle said...

Max Ride theme?

Icewolf said...

sorta, she is my semi-inspiration. i like the idea of wings though.

The Golden Eagle said...

Who DOESN'T want wings?

Icewolf said...

people with no imagination, but have a life ;D jk 'bout the life part