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Freedom.
I refused to bite back the smile that was slowly forming on my face, transpiring into a grin, and consequently I let out a liberating titter of laughter.
It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was like I was free; not headed in one single direction but open to whichever way I choose. It was like I was flying.
The force of the wind blew my hair right back, following me in my every move, like I was in control.
I then felt bliss in the aching of my muscles, realising that my arms were outstretched, embracing the natural air, and I extended my fingers to the cold, overpowering sensations, inspiring trepidation and awe into the fires of my heart.
I looked below and immediately wished I hadn’t, as the trees fuzzed into one another, hazing against my vision. I involuntarily gasped; my breath hitching, my stomach plummeting, and for the first time, a new, profound panic struck me, my reasoning falling out of proportion. Looking ahead, I instantly squinted against the harsh intensity of the sun; its rays casting dynamic scorches across the entirety of my vision.
Blinded, disorientated and falling...or flying...
And I suddenly didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything in the world, except the rush of adrenaline when I leap, the soar of impetuous dread when I look down, and the wondrous, inexplicable delight at the thought that I don’t know where I’m going, or what I’m doing. I’m just free.
It’s just made me think. I want to feel like this every day, so why waste my time. This is where the real adventure begins; just me, myself and I.
I felt the sheer burning of my cheek bones as my beaming grin inevitably widened. The wind heightened its strength, compelling me to turn back, but I merely hovered, biding my time, enjoying the natural essences of the world and refusing to return.
Life’s too short.
Without another notion, without another cause, I let my instincts guide me.
And I plunged; my hair whipping to the side, my eyes scanning, partially blinded, the world as it raced towards me, not knowing what would happen, or what will happen. Just thinking...Finally, I’m free.
I refused to bite back the smile that was slowly forming on my face, transpiring into a grin, and consequently I let out a liberating titter of laughter.
It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was like I was free; not headed in one single direction but open to whichever way I choose. It was like I was flying.
The force of the wind blew my hair right back, following me in my every move, like I was in control.
I then felt bliss in the aching of my muscles, realising that my arms were outstretched, embracing the natural air, and I extended my fingers to the cold, overpowering sensations, inspiring trepidation and awe into the fires of my heart.
I looked below and immediately wished I hadn’t, as the trees fuzzed into one another, hazing against my vision. I involuntarily gasped; my breath hitching, my stomach plummeting, and for the first time, a new, profound panic struck me, my reasoning falling out of proportion. Looking ahead, I instantly squinted against the harsh intensity of the sun; its rays casting dynamic scorches across the entirety of my vision.
Blinded, disorientated and falling...or flying...
And I suddenly didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything in the world, except the rush of adrenaline when I leap, the soar of impetuous dread when I look down, and the wondrous, inexplicable delight at the thought that I don’t know where I’m going, or what I’m doing. I’m just free.
It’s just made me think. I want to feel like this every day, so why waste my time. This is where the real adventure begins; just me, myself and I.
I felt the sheer burning of my cheek bones as my beaming grin inevitably widened. The wind heightened its strength, compelling me to turn back, but I merely hovered, biding my time, enjoying the natural essences of the world and refusing to return.
Life’s too short.
Without another notion, without another cause, I let my instincts guide me.
And I plunged; my hair whipping to the side, my eyes scanning, partially blinded, the world as it raced towards me, not knowing what would happen, or what will happen. Just thinking...Finally, I’m free.
Literature
Guess
Noises,
Clear and crisp,
Some are low,
Then again how would I know?
Silence engulfs my ears,
It's overwhelming,
I see faces,
Friendly and proud,
Their lips move,
Gracefully and swiftly,
But only the dreadful silence is heard.
I sit at the table,
Wooden and brown,
Silently you join me,
Sadly I sigh as I ignore you.
You desperately try to understand,
But you can't,
It's completely out of your reach.
This is my little world,
A place you can not go,
You don't know the way,
Though, neither do I.
Silent tears are cried at night,
Sacred vows become broken,
Franticly you search for a way,
A way to understand what I'm trying t
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The day she stopped trying
She stood in front of a clock store. When she was a kid, the constant tic tac of clocks felt comforting. She enjoyed watching clocks, be they mahogany pillars, small round ones hanging from the wall or cuckoos.
The grey sky vomited tiny drops of water, singing a sad song when they hit the black umbrella she had in one hand; the other hand rested inside her purse, squeezing something. She wore a dark brown overcoat, a pair of boots, denim pants and a shirt. Her perfectly applied make-up masked any imperfection that could have been born in the last two years. Her eyes, small from last night's crying, nervously scanned the deserted streets.
Su
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Yellow
Yellow is the colour of someones tongue
After they've had some sherbet,
Yellow's the colour of my pencil
and of that shirt of Herberts.
Yellow's the colour of some pastry,
before it's cooked.
Yellow's the colour of some gold,
stolen by some crooks.
Yellow's the colour of the sun
that brightens up the sky.
Yellow's the colour of bananas,
that monkeys all enjoy.
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This is a short story based on ASYGIN's mesmerising deviation "Fly Divine", so please check it out. It is simply outstanding!
I hope you enjoyed this story and I hope it has inspired you to do something new and exciting in life. 
As usual, comments and criticism are welcome and much appreciated. Thank you so much for reading!
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Very nice piece here. I really love how it goes from excitement to fear and then finally back to a positive emotion. It kind of made me think of when you're going to learn something new. First, you're excited about it and then as you start learning you're kind of like crap this is hard, I'm going to fail. Dx And then as you practice, you get better at that new thing and you're content again.
Hopefully that makes sense. xD I have a weird way of seeing and taking things I read.
I really love how it goes from excitement to fear and then finally back to a positive emotion. It kind of made me think of when you're going to learn something new. First, you're excited about it and then as you start learning you're kind of like crap this is hard, I'm going to fail. Dx And then as you practice, you get better at that new thing and you're content again. Hopefully that makes sense. xD I have a weird way of seeing and taking things I read.