then before i could change my mind
i fall backwards
the air whistles in my ears
my clothes suction against my skin
i hear the girl screaming and the boy shouting
one ecstatic
the other devastated
i finally hit the ground with a sickening thud
the screams have stopped
and the city slowly disappears as insanity finally takes over.
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You're Not Gonna Fly || ✔
Short Story⚠️cover creds to @classicoverthinker,, he's so amazing⚠️ A short story written in free verse like CRANK by Ellen Hopkins He sat staring down at the populous city below him. Watching the cars pass, the people pass. The not-so-pleasant side of the cit...
