A Season of Fates PerfectionClariceI hate the sensation of falling. White noise of fast moving air pierced my attuned ears in such a way, everything became silent. The sharp, needle-like fingers of fear gripped my inner being ruthlessly. I felt the cool chains along my body shift, both dull and sharp pain seared across my skin. My hair and feathers whipped against my face, little pinpricks that kept me conscious and aware. All in my limited vision was the starless blur of the purple-black sky. I wanted to scream. I wanted to writhe and rip at the chains that contained me. But I could not. I was sentenced to fall miles in the air and hit the ground. I was to suffer. There was no going back and no home to return to. All I knew no longer mattered. I wished I could really die.LukasMy stomach rumbled angrily as I pulled myself out of bed and stared blearily at the clock. 4:30 AM."Really?" I sighed as another sharp hunger pang coursed through my abdomen. I had recently taken a job at a large New York 24-hour Taco B
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