The sprouting of her wings had been almost unbearably painful, as if the skin on her back was being torn open forcefully.
Well, maybe in a way, it was.
But now, as she was finally able to soar through the skies, the feeling of bliss that accompanied her flight was overwhelming. She saw landscapes sprawl beneath her, other people travelling through them tiny like ants. Although she could feel the wind blowing against her skin, its cold didn't seem to bother her anymore.
She knew she was not quite human anymore, and still, it felt so right.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
