Flightless Wings
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
579
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Flightless Wings
Flightless Wings
“To fly is to die”
Those were the words imparted to me when my coming-of-age resulted in these abominations hanging from my back.
“To fly is to shed your life with each feather that falls to the Earth.”
As long as I dare not give in to temptation, my life would be long and prosperous. My indulgences would lead to the end of my short life. What a pleasant future to behold!
I stretch my limbs to the sky above. My flightless wings elongate, running parallel to the ground, acting as a reservoir for my energy, soaking up the sun’s healing rays. I take a seat on the ground, lying down amid a sea of wildflowers. My arms and wings are outstretched along the soft mat of grass, their span unbeknownst to me.
The birds flutter about the sky in the mating ritual of life. Their futures also based on their flight abilities. I am jealous of their needs of flight to stay alive, rather than grounded to the earth to ensure that the family remains intact.
I often wonder why I am required to fulfill this obligation, why I must bear this burden. I can think of no sin that I have committed that would result in this severest of penalties. The temptations of flight grow stronger with each waking day. The sun bears down on me, the wind blows through my hair. My wings automatically react by spreading wide, ready for nature’s embrace.
Why does a long life hold such an allure over me? I will never settle; the gentlemen of the court view me as difficult and bizarre. My home is not my own, and my family merely tolerates my presence as I am the only child. However, I will never produce an heir due to the amount of men who prefer to lie with angels instead of women. My lifestyle has left me a barren host for any seed. This line will die with me.
The sky is calling again. The wind brings with it the smell of spring blossoms, but not from our region. I long to find the source of these wonderful scents. I suddenly realize, “My life is my own! Those around me will not dictate my life. My death could come swiftly from a sword, or from the rage of a jealous wife! Either way, it is my life to lead!”
I rise to my feet and test the movement of my wings. I walk to the steep cliffs that mark the edge of my family’s territory. The sheer drop will ensure my death if I am unsuccessful in my test flight. The wind blows fierce, daring me to seize my own future. I step away from the land. The wind catches me, caressing my wings to move with their own rhythm. A flurry of feathers signifies the beginning of the end as I soar towards the sun, and the scent of spring blossoms.
“To fly is to die,” that is what the old man said.
Well I say, “My fate is my own.”
“To fly is to die”
Those were the words imparted to me when my coming-of-age resulted in these abominations hanging from my back.
“To fly is to shed your life with each feather that falls to the Earth.”
As long as I dare not give in to temptation, my life would be long and prosperous. My indulgences would lead to the end of my short life. What a pleasant future to behold!
I stretch my limbs to the sky above. My flightless wings elongate, running parallel to the ground, acting as a reservoir for my energy, soaking up the sun’s healing rays. I take a seat on the ground, lying down amid a sea of wildflowers. My arms and wings are outstretched along the soft mat of grass, their span unbeknownst to me.
The birds flutter about the sky in the mating ritual of life. Their futures also based on their flight abilities. I am jealous of their needs of flight to stay alive, rather than grounded to the earth to ensure that the family remains intact.
I often wonder why I am required to fulfill this obligation, why I must bear this burden. I can think of no sin that I have committed that would result in this severest of penalties. The temptations of flight grow stronger with each waking day. The sun bears down on me, the wind blows through my hair. My wings automatically react by spreading wide, ready for nature’s embrace.
Why does a long life hold such an allure over me? I will never settle; the gentlemen of the court view me as difficult and bizarre. My home is not my own, and my family merely tolerates my presence as I am the only child. However, I will never produce an heir due to the amount of men who prefer to lie with angels instead of women. My lifestyle has left me a barren host for any seed. This line will die with me.
The sky is calling again. The wind brings with it the smell of spring blossoms, but not from our region. I long to find the source of these wonderful scents. I suddenly realize, “My life is my own! Those around me will not dictate my life. My death could come swiftly from a sword, or from the rage of a jealous wife! Either way, it is my life to lead!”
I rise to my feet and test the movement of my wings. I walk to the steep cliffs that mark the edge of my family’s territory. The sheer drop will ensure my death if I am unsuccessful in my test flight. The wind blows fierce, daring me to seize my own future. I step away from the land. The wind catches me, caressing my wings to move with their own rhythm. A flurry of feathers signifies the beginning of the end as I soar towards the sun, and the scent of spring blossoms.
“To fly is to die,” that is what the old man said.
Well I say, “My fate is my own.”