The warm morning sun bathed him in golden light that seemed to emit from within him. There was a certain power to him. He had the air of someone who could control everything around him, and much more. He was reckless. Wild. Dangerous.
His jacket fluttered behind him like a cape in the soft cool breeze that stroked his cheeks and turned them a light shade of crimson. He inched closer towards the very edge and felt his toes curl around the rim. He was exhilarated. His heart pumped faster and faster with each passing moment as he spread out his hands to embrace the open air. He took in a slow calculated breath until it felt like his lungs would burst. He was so aware. So alive. So free.
He felt his heels lift as his body elevated a few inches and he felt taller much taller than he was. A gurgling laughter ripped through the mountains and echoed back to him. Birds suddenly emerged from the sea of trees, calling out and flying away into the horizon. They could not escape from him. But they did not know.
His lips twisted into a menacing sneer and his canine sparkled like stars.
And then he fell.
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Short StoryA compilation of snapshots. Any feedback, healthy criticism and suggestion is appreciated :) Also a huge shout-out to @Thazbook who was my motivation to do this. Toodles.
