Short Stories: A Collection of Works

Soaring

Those big emerald eyes he loved so much greeted him that morning. He looked into them for what seemed like hours, losing himself in the abyss of those bewitching windows to her soul. They were alluring, taking him deeper and deeper with every passing second. It was like a drug, and he was addicted. Everything about her drew him in, but her eyes… those eyes made him want to jump around for joy. She closed her eyes for a split second and his world seemed to collapse. Then, like a speeding bullet, she was gone. She vanished.

He heard the bathroom door open all of a sudden and close immediately after. He looked around, dazed and confused, until his eyes focused on something other than the beautiful eyes: the door. He waited patiently for his loved one to come back to bed so he could stare into her eyes once more. But she never came to bed. “I have to work,” were the last words she muttered before sprinting out the door. His heart burst into tiny pieces every time she left. She was his world.

Was… past tense of is, the act of being no more. She was no more. She had evaporated abruptly from his life, her soft hands never touching his anymore. He remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. The wounds were still fresh, stinging and hurting him every day. He remembered that day. The day she died.

They had gone out to the cliffs. They were excited to finally try the new stunts they had been practicing for so long. They reached the edge of the cliff and stared straight down. The adrenaline rushing through his veins made him feel excited and powerful. And in that very moment, he had the power to do anything. He could have turned back and gone home with her. He could have suggested they try previous stunts that weren’t as dangerous as the new one.

But he didn’t. He took one hard look at her, and jumped. He heard her scream in excitement a fraction of a second after him. For a few seconds, he just fell. He looked around him and admired the scenery. For an instant, he forgot what he had to do and panicked, but regained control and calmed himself down. Flapping his pale blue, long wings, he glided along the cliff’s side. There was no feeling like gliding. As he flapped his wings, he wondered how his ancestors had managed to live without them. What kind of humans were they if they had no wings? They were magnificent. Hidden, it made them look like normal humans, but once they stretched them out, it was a one-of-a-kind sight. Nothing compared to the grandness of those wings. They were as long as he was tall, strong, and had immense force.

He looked back up, searching for his love, but she was nowhere to be seen. He searched in the distance for her bright pink hair and green skin. But everything was green around them. After a few minutes of searching, he spotted the fiery, pink mane. A wave of relief traveled through his body, calming him. He soared to her, grabbing her hand as they drifted from side to side.

They never performed the stunt, after all. He forgot about it and intended to never let go of her hand. She didn’t mind. She was enjoying the view. He looked at her, smiling, feeling glad she was his. It was a shame this beautiful thing only lasted for a few minutes. The cliffs were not the highest, and they weren’t the lightest creatures in that strange, but beautiful world. He wondered how something so beautiful could exist, something more beautiful than their world. Meg was stunning; too good-looking for him. He was plain looking and had blue skin and bright yellow hair. His eyes were a deep violet color, nothing interesting, unlike hers. His purple eyes could never compare to her deep emerald orbs.

As they were gliding, he started to wonder something that had been bothering him for a long time. He wondered why Meg didn’t pay attention to him, or showed her love. She never showed emotions. But he shut those thoughts out. It was too painful. His life was perfect. It needed nothing more. He forced a smile onto his face as she looked back at him. Meg did nothing. Not an ounce of emotion showed through her face, except excitement. He knew she was enjoying the fall, but she was enjoying it alone. In that instant, he did something he would regret for the rest of his pathetic life.