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To Fly

January 13, 2010
By Mikaela GOLD, Bellingham, Washington
Mikaela GOLD, Bellingham, Washington
11 articles 29 photos 150 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Here I stand, I can do no other."

Under the bare winter trees, a young man walked, hands in his coat pockets. His black hair ruffled in the bone-chilling breeze and snowflakes pummeled his face. All the while he wore a small smile - even despite the fact that it was far past his curfew, that he would receive major punishment upon his return home. But that was just it; he wasn’t planning on returning. Ever. He continued down the park path, alone and silent. All was silent but the distant howl of a wolf, singing to the moon. What a beautiful thing the night was.
In his chest, the man’s heart pumped warmly. Now that the reason he’d come here was in sight, his feet moved a bit faster. Stepping gingerly through the patches of snow, he approached the stone bridge. The breeze over the frozen river was stronger here, colder. But it could barely touch the burning fire within him. Nothing could distinguish this heat, this content. Not now that he was so close to all that he’d ever dreamed of. He strode out onto the bridge, moonlight shedding its glowing light down on him. Stealthily, he leapt up onto the railing, his legs dangling over the edge. Far below, the frozen river sat, unable to continue on, as he had been his whole miserable life. Going nowhere, being no one, having nothing. But everything would change in a matter of minutes – he would have what he’d dreamed of. He turned his dark eyes upward, watching as a falling star trailed across the sky.
With a strong Irish accent, he whispered, “I wish to fly.” Pushing himself up on the stone railing so that he stood on his feet, he pulled off his leather jacket, and dropped it. The young man watched it flutter to the ice, and took a breath of the refreshing night air.
“I wish to fly!” He shouted, the words echoing off the nearby buildings. Twirling around, he stood, with his back to the city. The man leaned backward slowly, dropping head first off the bridge. He began to pick up speed, burning through the air like the falling star. He was flying… and no one could tell him otherwise.

The author's comments:
I wrote this to prove the doubters of the world wrong - that anyone can do anything they wish, even if it seems impossible. And I left the ending open for a reason. For who says the man must die?

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This article has 6 comments.

JeanGrey GOLD said...
on May. 27 2010 at 1:01 am
JeanGrey GOLD, Mason City, Iowa
10 articles 0 photos 258 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying."-Oscar Wilde

Breath-taking. Amazing. Seriously.

Mikaela GOLD said...
on Mar. 23 2010 at 5:06 pm
Mikaela GOLD, Bellingham, Washington
11 articles 29 photos 150 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Here I stand, I can do no other."

Thank you so much :)

on Mar. 22 2010 at 8:20 pm
sasssgirrrl22 PLATINUM, Pearl River, New York
27 articles 0 photos 266 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Giving up is not a part of my vocabulary."
"Don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game."
"Truth be told I miss ya, truth be told I'm lying."


i luvv this! ;) its so deep, almost like a

form of poetry.

incredible job. plz keep writing!!

#1 Fan said...
on Feb. 3 2010 at 11:54 pm
I liked this story. It differs from your writing that I'm familiar with. Keep trying new things!

Teri said...
on Feb. 3 2010 at 11:49 pm
I wish I could give this more than 5 stars. What a great expression of hope. Well written and engaging.

Mikaela GOLD said...
on Feb. 3 2010 at 11:10 pm
Mikaela GOLD, Bellingham, Washington
11 articles 29 photos 150 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Here I stand, I can do no other."

I love comments - it'd be great to hear what you all think of it!