They were in chains
Three little angels.
Innocent
Noting to lose.
A demon would come in and feed them lies.
Feed them fake hope.
"Stay here and chained and I'll bring more soon"
And the door closed.
Three little angels.
Being held by chains
But one wasn't fully aware.
That angel new that they could fly.
They knew that it can fly.
The angel then moved its arm after so many years.
Tug
Yank
Pull
Snap
The chain shattered and it fell to the ground
Wings shivering
It felt the ground and smiled
Freedom
But when it opened its eyes
Everything broke
It looked up at the tower
It saw the chains
It looked back at its siblings.
Sleeping peacefully
Metal holding their wrists
Tears flooded its eyes
No. Not freedom
It hid.
Whenever the devil came in, it would pretend.
But whenever the door closed it broke down in tears.
It's wings started to change.
It's feathers falling off.
It then turned to scales.
Its eyes widened and turned black.
Sharp horns piercing its head
She was no angel no more
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Things to get off my chest.
Short StoryWhat do think when you think of a wish? Or what is you favorite memory? These are things I need to get off my chest.
