Ana's long blond hair flew behind her in the wind as she zipped and twirled amongst the treetops. When she finally landed, it was in an eerily quiet clearing coated with little silver specks of the moon glistening through the trees. Crickets and frogs hummed around her and dozens of little fireflies danced in the moonlight. Then the tears came. One by one they started to slip down her cheeks and into the damp grass. Behind her in the trees stood a dark mass, watching, waiting. He observed as her tall slender figure stood hunched in the cold moonlight and a sop erupted from her breast. Ana's fluffy white wings, her deepest secret, started to fold into her back.
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Wings
Short StoryAna is a total bookworm, to the point where she has her own reading nook at her local library, and is friends with all the librarians. When a twist of events brings her to meet ash and read an interesting legend, she must decide whether to give up...
