Wingless Bird's Flight

why.

***45 Reads and I'll release the next 2 chapters in this book.***

This wasn't supposed to be.

After months of agony and stacks of newly written drafts, I decided to tell someone about it.

It started as a problem, and ended as a solution.

This is my story.

My problem.

Writing wrongs.

Experiment.

Gone Wrong or Right, I'll let you decide.

I need stars, but I need reads. I don't know if this all should be released or not.

I'll let the readers and reads decide.

Let's see how this goes.

It's Time to Take Flight.

a wingless bird's flight

by R. C. LANCY

cover artwork by Corey Crum

www.coreycrum.com

This is book is dedicated to Daniela. You're the only woman I've ever loved.

Mother,

Where do I start. I'm a liar, cheat, and phony. I never intended for you to read this. I've been told that I am a good writer. Whether this is a piece of literature or not, I'll let you decide. I just hope you are able to see in the frame of mind I was in to write something like this. I never chose to write, rather I was prescribed writing as a way to deal with my problems. Based off what you're reading right now, I need new medicine. This never made me feel any better. I still have trouble sleeping. If I did this right, they won't be my words: they'll be yours. You'll see what I'm talking about later. I just hope that this brings some discomfort to your life, after all, it was my issue.

To You,

I never could read, I only learned how to write. My parents never encouraged me to read. Upon the few times I was in contact with a book when I was younger, most notably at a library of some institution, every single book I picked up I would read the last page first. I would always read the last page first because I thought, as I do now, that the last page was always the best page. When the author would leave the reader with a banger, something that was memorable, something that was everlasting. I never cared to read the pages in between, because I thought they didn't matter as much as the last page. Everyone loves a good plot, but I don't care about plot. I care about perspective. My perspective has changed a lot since then. I figured most of you wouldn't read this, so I did you the favor of putting the last sentences of each of the sections here. This is both for my and your pleasure. I won't blame you if this is all too much to handle. After I give you these sentences, you may choose to finish the book at your will. Christmas came early this year. Like I said, the ending is always the most important. And that's why I have you. Our love, believe me, will live forever. I want you to title our book, because like I said Daniela, this is truly a gift to you. The gifts I bring you may welcome unpleasant smells and temporary blindness, but that's what happens when you fuck around with love. I want to tell our story, what we have together, and where we're going. I've been writing since the day I met you. Only, now, because the time is right, will I show the world what we've done together. Most of these things damn near killed me to write about. But through you feeding me, helping me, and touching me, I am made holy again.

HYPOXIA, pt. 2: They smelled like salt.

HYPEROXIA, pt. 1: Like how come everyone just believes everything they think?!

On Tripping Last, Fall: Then, it would never be read, out loud.

How to Rape Nature: I don't know what I'm trying to think right now.

2 Girls 1 Resident: When Francis awoke, he was very excited for his date later in the day.

How to Take Flight: THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS.