The wind ruffles my hair as we soar past fields of pink, I tighten my grip on the soft surface below me as we spin pirouettes through the clouds of cotton candy, as they lick the late evening sky. Feathers of snow brush between my fingers, matted beneath my grasp. We dance weightlessly, my body molded against his, the wind bringing tears to my eyes.
Suddenly, we drop, and I grasp on tight to George as we dive towards the mosaic of blue. The cold breeze baths me in diamonds of water as we skim the quilted sea. My hair becomes matted with salt and sand, and my clothes hug my goose-bumped chest as we brave the ocean's wrath.
A string of dirty blonde teases my raw nose, tickling my frost-bitten skin. I let out a steady breath, it's warmth caressing the underside of my nose, but the hair remains stubborn.
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"George?" I rouse, bleary eyed. His coat of silk feathers brush against my face as he wakes me. I eye the steel cage from across the room, "Smart bird," I murmur. I rub the sleep from my eyes, my vision fading black before adjusting to the day. A stream of gold leaks from my window, engulfing the mountains of adored rockets and air crafts that lay sprinkled across the bedroom floor.
George hooks his beak on a dark curtain before submerging my room in a sea of light.
"Come here buddy," I moan, rummaging through the anarchy of my bedside table. I pull out a handful of seeds and dried fruit, and a pair of sharp claws swiftly perch upon my palm.
I stroke his beak as he feasts upon the buffet of seeds. Clearing the plate, George tucks himself under my arm and squawks at me for affection. I shake my head, chuckling, as I run my fingers through his soft feathers: typical george.
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Air Bound
General FictionAfter losing his best friend, Arden commits his life to finding George and his dream of becoming air-bound. A story with lots of ups and downs, follow Arden on his journey to soar alongside his best friend and see his world from the flight into spac...