With every step I took, the old wooden floorboards creaked. With each passing second I questioned my decision. Should I do it? I thought to myself. I got to the stairwell and took a breath. My hand placed on the rusty old railing and my feet moving up the stairs, the faint sound of my black converse hitting the cement. . Before I know it I'm on the roof. The cold fall air nipping at my nose and ears. The sky is clear unlike my doubt. I look over the dark city, lights flickering and people walking. The edge is in front of me now. It takes all my strength to stand up on the ledge. Though I'm only a few feet off the rooftop the wind seems stronger, like it's encouraging me to do it. I take in a deep breath and realize I'm meant to do this, I have too. This is what I came here to do and so, I took a step off the high building. I could feel the wind rushing past me as I sped towards the ground. Before I could hit my wings sprang out from my back and I was flying threw the air.
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Thoughts, Musings, and Other Things
Short StoryThis is going to be a book with short stories that are stuck in my head. They range from romance to death, most of my stories will have open endings to think what you want. Hope you enjoy. Please do not take any of my short stories they are all min...
