And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there. ~Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Chancy, is flight, an omen
flutter in the Unsettled Air
from angles where we least
expect a challenge. Invention,
they say, of primordial insects
aspiring to high haven above
raking tooth and claw. Accident,
is flight, of last-chance leaps
to crest battlements of gravity’s
grubbing keep. That such least
creatures found loopholes in
law pillorying them to grim
stations in the food chain, and
in thoraxes more frangible
than flesh composed arias
of survival, buzzing themselves
loose. The miracle, is flight, Continue reading “Evidence of Flight”
Elizabeth is a 12-year-old girl who loves to write. Her favorite genre is fantasy. She loves riding around on her scooter, and this is one of the ways she gets her inspiration.
I sit at my computer desk with a blank document in front of me. I gaze out the window at the never-ending rain. I yearn for the sunlight that time forgot.
I have no ideas for stories. My mind wanders on other subjects that connect with the real world I live in every day.
Wait! There still is a small bit of hope. A hope that is so small, I never see it. I must search diligently for it. I must ease out of the fears, out of the worries, out of the fast and the slow lane. I must stop.
I picture myself in a grassy field. The sun shines warm on my face, I hear a bird singing, and the whole field is filled with a tingling sensation that I long for.
I somehow have a desire to run. But I am growing up, I think to myself. I have no time for such childish little games.
However, my legs are moving.
Go ahead, a voice inside my head says, go ahead and let yourself fly. Set me free.
My fingers now dance over to the keyboard. I type, slowly at first, but soon I am going faster and faster on the keyboard.
I begin to fast-walk in the field. Soon I am jogging. Then I start going at a full-out run. My heart skips, and my fingers pause…
Suddenly, I leap into the air and fly. Fly like I mean it! I fly, and nothing else matters to me.
My fingers are now dancing, flying with the story. Flying with my heart, and my soul…
Finally, I land ever so gracefully and softly. I walk for a little, and then find myself at my computer again.
I look out the window to see the sun peeking over a cloud, and the thunderheads moving away.
This is my chance! This is the opportunity I have been waiting for! I leap up and throw on some shoes, running outside and into the fresh air.