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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...
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...
