Short Stories

The Girl Who Could Fly

Every Time has a once upon. In a land far away is all based on your perspective for you could be standing on it. In this case it was in a nameless land without joy. Everything had been the same for a long time. Color was something that the people there had lost the memory of and the ability to see. But this loss wasn't from any disease, but the loss of their imagination. A girl was born in this time and land like many other girls. But she was orphaned by her parents because for a fraction of a second they saw something they didn't recognize in her eyes. As this girl grew, much like other orphans she found work. But her work was different. She did something most despised and many wanted eradicated. She did a thing called ballet. A dance. A form of dreams and imagination. She did it to get closer to her dream, to fly. Even though everyone who was okay with the thought of imagination and color they called her dreams stupid and irrelevant for they would be impossible to fulfil. She was shunned by the world of routine and the world of dreams. As her hope was dashed and no one other than her left to believe in her, her little spark started fading. As she gloomily looked up she paused to stare. The breeze rippled the water as she gazed at the murkiness inviting her. She took a step towards the water, then another, and another before suddenly her next step and the one after had her walking on water. She slowly smiled, her steps becoming a walk, her walk becoming a jog, and her jog became her running. Hair flowed and her smile was bright. As she ran and ran, her eyes changed. Her spark grew. Slowly splashes of color appeared and she just joyously laughed smiling whist her run continued. As she looked up she saw fairies and trolls, nymphs and dragons. As she slowed she came upon a cliff and she stared out. Out of nowhere she took a leap. The fairies lower their heads and the nymphs pause. The dragon gasped and the trolls fell to the ground. Suddenly with a gust of wind she came flying up wings attached.

"Alison. Alison. Alison!" A mother shook her young daughter out of her dream.

"Come along the plane leaves soon." The girl was quickly excited. She could finally fly just like the girl in her dreams. No words could describe this young girl as she gazed out the window of a plane, her joy and happiness, because in your imagination anything is possible, and with the right dedication anything that was once thought to be impossible can become reality. Even though it may not happen just as you had thought it might. This once upon was a girl somewhere today and the land was right where you're standing. The place called earth where dreams can soar from imagination into reality flying into our lives, because me, you and the rest if the world has the ability to let our imagination fly and become reality, just if you believe it can change from impossible to present.