I Have Learned To Do It.

Fiction By Tori // 8/21/2009

              This came about in an odd way. I had no inspiration whatsoever; I did not think about it, but simply let it flow from my mind to the page.

 
I have learned to fly. It is a funny thing, flying is, but I have learned to do it.
The takeoff is important, the touchdown is important, and everything in between is important, but I have learned to do it.
Many have died flying. It is difficult to measure, as is the wind that carries me. But I have learned to do it.
A certain friend of mine called me crazy for trying, told me I’d never do it, but I have learned to do it.
Years of men flying in airplanes have gone by, and to fly without such a device was said to be impossible. But I, simple, ordinary, unexceptional I, has learned to do it.
I have challenged men’s views, everything that they foolishly believe, learned to soar, fly, breathe in the cool summer air, from many feet above Earth. I have learned to do it.

Comments

I like it!

Can you share your secret? ;)

Sarah B. | Sat, 09/12/2009

thanks...

thanks! glad you liked it. the secret is....be a really random person who always wants to start new stories, but never finishes them, so you make a short something that could be a longer story, but it's not. hhmmmmmm....do i make sense??

Tori | Sat, 09/12/2009

“Oh Ronnie! I can’t believe you’re a prefect! That’s everyone in the family!” said Mrs. Weasley.
“What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?”
–George Weasley