To think is to be aware and to remember what you have perceived. Thoughts help you form opinions and gather your ideas. Thoughts bring you to conclusions and new ways of thinking. So, every single day, I stop and I think.
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A book in which I...
(A/N This excerpt/idea is kind of a thought in progress (more like an incomplete thought), so please bear with me). P.s. Pic above found via Google Images, which found it via Tumblr.
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Zincoln Phoenix Fitzgerald is not your typical teenage humanoid, at all. Sure, she has similar interests as one, but she is completely different, considering the fact that has long, black wings that sprout out from her mid-back, under her shoulder blades.
Life is hard for Zincoln because she has no parents or siblings (that she knows of) and has to conceal her wings. Everyday, she hides a piece of herself, her wings, because if she fears that if she is discovered she will be taken to some science institute and have her wings extracted.
That, and the fear of getting prodded with needles, which she is completely terrified of.
Life isn't too bad though. Zincoln has a friend like her, Dakota, only Dakota's wings are more birdlike, and a guardian, Ezra, who cares for Zincoln as if she were her own child.
Etched into each of their backs is a wings tattoo, enabling them to hide their wings at their will.
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Ezra cannot use her wings anymore because of reasons she has not yet disclosed to either girl, but they suspect that it was the work of some mystical being or some freak accident.
Zincoln herself was injured while trying to save a little girl from a mass murderer who had targeted the little girl's family. The man shot her in her left wing, the bullet going clean through.
Somehow, Zincoln managed to save the girl and her family, as well as knock the man out and fly him to the police station hand cuffed to a pole, unnoticed.
Afterwards, she found that she could no longer bear the pain of flying and limped her way home to Ezra and Dakota, collapsing as soon as they opened the door to her home. They pulled her in and cleaned her wounds, eventually aiding her back to health.
Zincoln had a speedy recovery, her mutant-like body healing fast, kind of like Wolverine's healing power, just slower.
A month and a half later, Ezra and the girls stood on a cliff, looking down at the world.
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"Come now Zincoln, do not be afraid. We are here with you and believe you are ready to test your flight once more," Ezra said confidently with her mellow voice, as she laid a frail hand on Zincoln's shoulder and gave it a small squeeze.
Zincoln nodded slowly and closed her eyes, before she took a deep breath.
I can do this, she thought to herself.
She opened her eyes and looked down before she stepped off of the cliff, one foot in front of the other as if she was walking the plank.
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