Wings No More

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is basically one paragraph of writing when I had a really sudden burst of inspiration. It's one of the best things I've written so far, considering the feedback so far :)
Wings No More is about an angel who is being punished for something she didn't do. It has some violence, so read with caution haha.

Submitted: January 08, 2012

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The tearing, the ripping, the screaming. It’s all I can hear and it’s coming from me. Pain shoots through me with every tug, every pull. Naked and on my hands and knees, I cannot open my eyes. I cannot see who is doing this to me. Torturing me for what feels like eternity. When will it end? It’s getting to the point where the pain is unbearable. I wish I could pass out and not feel anything but there is a downside to being an angel, you never sleep. Hell, I don’t even know if I am an angel anymore. What do I become when this torment is over?
Breath against my ear tells me my torturer is about to whisper something.
“Is this what you wanted? Is this why you did it? Do you like to feel the pain of your punishment?”
I wanted to groan, to moan, to yell at him that I didn’t do anything wrong but I know he won’t listen. So I keep my mouth shut, gritting my teeth against the pain as the man commences ripping my wings out of my back. With one last final tug, they come free of my skin. I scream so loud it drowns out all other sound, including the man’s laughter at my pain. There was nothing else for me to do. And just like that, the torturer pushes me to the ground with his boot. He presses a button and I start to whimper as I feel the floor of heaven open up beneath me.
And then I’m falling. Slowly, so slowly and then faster, plummeting like a falling star. Twisting in mid-air, I finally manage to open my eyes and see the man, dressed all in black, with a mask covering his evil face and blood covering his hands like gloves, staring at me smugly as I fall towards the earth. By now, my voice is hoarse from screaming. I turn my head back towards the ground and watch as blood rains down from the fresh cuts on my back, scattering like fairies in the wind. It hurts. Oh God, it hurts. My hair whips around my face and naked body. I don’t feel like an angel. Not at all. And I already miss my wings. After a time, I close my eyes again, sick of the fall and the pain. Tears fall along with my blood. I hit the ground hard, and it sends a jolt of fresh pain through my body. I’m on Earth. Not heaven, not my home. I’m naked, tired, sore and on Earth!
Looking out over the rolling hillside I had landed on, my long black hair flowing down my body in smooth curves, I think to myself, I have no life here. This is where I’m going to die.


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