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Irin
#WritcoStoryPrompt124
Make your short story take place in a skyscraper. Stumbling through the skies, exactingly igniting the heavens.
Iridium, that was the color of his wings. Blinding white silver sparkles, he belonged only in dreams and yet Adria reached out and felt what could only be termed the impossible.
It was sundown on a stressful Monday and Adria had gone up to the green house on the roof of the building to ease her nerves only to have the weirdest experience of her life.
"How can this be?" She mumbled. "You're not real," she shook her head, "I'm imagining this again."
"Feel," he commanded. "I am very real."
Adria took a shaky step towards him and lifted her hands to feathers white and silver, iridescently soft.
Mouth agape in awe, "how is this possible?"
He leaned into her, his figure towering over hers as he surrounded her with his wings, "you are chosen."
Breath hitched, she could barely form words as she said, "chosen?"
He blinked in agreement. "For what?"
"In time, you'll know the answer to that, but for now, you are coming with me."
A tingling began at the back of her mind, just a niggling feeling that this may all be wrong. "I'm really sorry but I'm not going anywhere with someone I just met, angel or not."
He smiled in a way that said she didn't have a choice. Adria moved to leave the rooftop and in a split blink she was airborne.
Wrapped in light, she didn't know when her breath stopped or how she managed to keep from screaming out her lungs.
Fear molded her body to his like a snake on a vine, she clung to him desperately for life only to hear him whisper in her ears, "imagine what would happen if I dropped you..."
Adria couldn't possibly cling any tighter to him and yet she tried, all the while hearing his laughter howl with the wind as she braved her head to see what sights awaited her.
Night lights, disappearing and reappearing like a kaleidoscope afire and she suddenly had a thought, may not be so bad to be kidnapped by an angel. At least not one as pretty as hers.
Irin smiled as he heard her thoughts loud and clear. So she thought of him as hers. Puny little thing didn't know she was only a sacrifice.
© Amanah Saais
Make your short story take place in a skyscraper. Stumbling through the skies, exactingly igniting the heavens.
Iridium, that was the color of his wings. Blinding white silver sparkles, he belonged only in dreams and yet Adria reached out and felt what could only be termed the impossible.
It was sundown on a stressful Monday and Adria had gone up to the green house on the roof of the building to ease her nerves only to have the weirdest experience of her life.
"How can this be?" She mumbled. "You're not real," she shook her head, "I'm imagining this again."
"Feel," he commanded. "I am very real."
Adria took a shaky step towards him and lifted her hands to feathers white and silver, iridescently soft.
Mouth agape in awe, "how is this possible?"
He leaned into her, his figure towering over hers as he surrounded her with his wings, "you are chosen."
Breath hitched, she could barely form words as she said, "chosen?"
He blinked in agreement. "For what?"
"In time, you'll know the answer to that, but for now, you are coming with me."
A tingling began at the back of her mind, just a niggling feeling that this may all be wrong. "I'm really sorry but I'm not going anywhere with someone I just met, angel or not."
He smiled in a way that said she didn't have a choice. Adria moved to leave the rooftop and in a split blink she was airborne.
Wrapped in light, she didn't know when her breath stopped or how she managed to keep from screaming out her lungs.
Fear molded her body to his like a snake on a vine, she clung to him desperately for life only to hear him whisper in her ears, "imagine what would happen if I dropped you..."
Adria couldn't possibly cling any tighter to him and yet she tried, all the while hearing his laughter howl with the wind as she braved her head to see what sights awaited her.
Night lights, disappearing and reappearing like a kaleidoscope afire and she suddenly had a thought, may not be so bad to be kidnapped by an angel. At least not one as pretty as hers.
Irin smiled as he heard her thoughts loud and clear. So she thought of him as hers. Puny little thing didn't know she was only a sacrifice.
© Amanah Saais
