Children are born with wings. Beautiful white feathered angel wings. As they grow older, their wings will shrink. They will turn black slowly while the child is losing their innocence. Some people will keep their wings and fly trough life with ease. Their wings are pure black. Some people will keep small wings which makes their life easier. Some people will lose their wings which makes them commit suicide. And some people will keep their wings. Broken, ripped, black, white and grey. These people can't use their wings. These people will stumble through life with pain. These people will feel pain and sadness, have their ups and downs, but in the end their body ends up stronger than they could've imagined. They end up stronger than the people flying trough life with ease. These people learn how valuable life is. These people learn the real meaning of love. The real meaning of friendship. They are the kindest because they want no one to feel the pain they felt. People can be smart, people can be intelligent, but the wisest people are the ones who suffered the most.
JE LEEST
Short Stories
Short StoryJust a random story dump book, might be fun if u search some random stories and thoughts from a random person on the internet.
