Long, slim fingers brush brown locks from the eyes. She peers over the rocky ledge down to the indigo waves below, the spray of salty pleasure not quite reaching her lips. A few small pebbles work loose beneath her cold toes and tumble down into the dark oblivion. Her body shivers with lonliness as she backs away with a sudden surge of fear. Her heart feels as if it will explode with the gesture. she does not seem to notice the chilled breeze wrapping itself around her slender ankles, momentarily tying her to the earth she so despises. Her thoughts drunkenly swim through her head as she prepares to spread her angel wimgs for the first time. Her cold brown eyes glazed over, she steps back up to the hard, jagged edge. She stretches her arms out as if she is being crucified for a thousand unforgivable sins. she can almost feel the warm wetness of blood trickling from her porcelain hands and delicate feet. Her white summer dress caresses her body as the moons soft gow is blocked by the silver, ominous clouds. She takes one last step forward and finally feels what it is like to fly.
Reason for writing:
One day I woke up from a dream that I coudn't quite keep a hold of. I went to school as always on any normal day and played the part of a good student, but something kept nagging at me.
Something in the back of my soul kept screaming,STOP! WRITE! I finally stopped to think why I had this sudden urge to write, nothing amazing had happend to me tha day, so why bother?
I sat on the bench in front of my english class and closed my eyes. I saw this vision. I saw a picture perfect girl sitting and crying by the ocean. She was beautiful, honey colored and pure.
But why was she crying? I decided to think about this later. Later that week I went to my youth group and we did a exercise where had to imagine ourselves being protected by someone or
something. I closed my eyes and I saw the same woman. I was so suprised that I let out a muffled whisper of breath. I went home feeling as if I were floating. I decided that she must
be my guiding soul, my lost sister. That night as I was sleeping I had a very vivid dream AKA the insperation for The Last Angel I woke in a clammy sweat, but I had a smile on my face.
She was finally free.
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