lunarflight
It hung like a stone around her waist, a heavy reminder of what was to come. People would see the bulge in her middle and squeal at her with delight and she would smile and nod and pretend it was alright. But alone at night, she would sit up and run her palms over the growing bulge and wonder what was in store.
The sweep of wings over head brought her attention to the sky. The bird looked like it shouldn't have been able to fly, its legs too long and the gangly neck doubled back over itself. But the wings stretched from one tip of the sun to the other and its grace was more than any creature she had ever seen.
It swung behind him, a long length of woven hair. Like a tail, like a brand, he kept it neat and clean, even in the middle of fighting a dozen zombies. The same could not be said about any of the rest of him.
"It's not that I think you're ugly, per say. It's just that I think... well... I think you're a heinous wreck of a human being with no spine, no redeeming qualities, bad breath, and a tendency to whine at everything when you could, you know, do something! Am I being too honest? Did I forget tact again? Sorry, it slips up when confronted with moron."
The water rose around her ankles, a chill chasing its way further up her body. The chill clung to her as she moved deeper, till the water brushed the tops of her rolled up pants legs and then spread higher without her help.
The can of soda bounced off of the back of his head. He dropped with a yelp as it landed beside him with the sound of punctured aluminum. A moment later, he was covered in sticky orange ancient soda. Cathy watched from around the corner and decided that maybe there were better ways to let her secret crush be known.
The surge of feeling rushed through her, a charge of energy or something else. Her lips parted, a sharp breath escaped her and she let herself fall into his waiting arms, overcome by what he had to offers.
"It's not that I think what you're doing is, you know, bad per say. But on the spectrum of right and wrong it isn't, well..."
"What your mother is trying to say is that this is worth twelve years in jail."
The creature moved through the woods, each foot step leaving ash in the wake of its hooves. And where the tips of its arching antlers brushed the over hanging leaves, flickers of flame licked upwards, eating into the canopy of trees.
It slipped out of my fingers and fell to the floor with a clatter. A trophy that should have meant something, but didn't. The day was one, I was on top. But somehow, without her by my side, I knew I had lost. The top was lonely, they said. They were right.
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