Creatures with wings were so lucky. They could find their freedom anytime, all the time. Winged beasts could flee from danger, escape and attack as they pleased. I was trapped and forced to deal with everything and anything. No choices allowed. I wish I was winged. I would leave everything behind.
Mary
I have winged it. I have earned my wings so I can fly. Oh how proud of me I am I am. I can fly. I have wings.
Dragon flies are winged creatures, even when they’re caught in the bodies of other animals. My very first pet was a cat named Dragon Fly. She was my best friend, and had the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen. One day, I told her that I would end up marrying a man with green eyes because of her.
I fly high into the sky, tears streaming down my face. Nothing is good anymore. Not my family, my friends, anything. You’d think wings would help. You’d think it would make me able to soar away from my problems, to just forget them down on earth. But my problems follow me everywhere, gravity still crushing their weight into me. There’s no escape. But one. I look down at the earth below me and fold my wings into my back. I fall.
Summer
They spread out on either side of her, and suddenly it occurred to Amy…. Magnus Zev was winged. Winged, without his pinfeathers clipped. He could fly. Just like the wild lupinaeris of the west, he could race through the air at speeds faster than a horse could ever match. She swallowed, fear running through her as she dug her hands into his scruff with a firmer grip on the fur there. The wolf glanced back over his shoulder at her as he crouched, getting ready to spring into the air.. She could swear that he chuckled.
flying tired from flying, been out all night, oh i just made it up i winged it just like this story that im writing, wth am i writing?! idk bc im winging it, like a chicken. that jus got winged so it could b cooked and serve with red beans and rice and mash potatoes at popeyes, im hungy yum. when am i suppose to stop?
ms. d'z
winged is a bird that would fly by my window on a sunny day. i would be winged if my feelings wouldn’t keep me grounded.
Raluc F
What? What the hell is going on? Oh, no, oh, God, no, what….? The land underneath kept rapidly drawing near. So that’s the moment when I’m supposed to see all my life run before my eyes? How… what happened? I don’t remember.But… Maybe if i try… Okay, so i spread my arms and… yeah, that’s better, but… I suppose I don’t really need to think how come I’m here in the middle between sky and earth. So winged he was and flew to the sunshine.
leecory
A light purple hued winged creature came from the distance, just above a shadowed wood. The sun light hit the creature and its wings sparkled like the ocean on a summers day. The creature showed that hope lived even in dark places.
Hannah
the animal is winged. he is big and strong. the eagle blows right over the crowd and grabs the baby. the mom screams. the father jumps. the guard throws things at the eagle. Nothing is stopping it.
Alex
The angel looked out over the battlefield. He had gotten used to causing mayhem and destruction, but this time, it was different. Men brutalized each other in his name with little regard to the lives they were ending.
Mr. LeBrun
The winged bird flew so elegantly. Over the trees and through the air. The little boy on the ground looked in awe and followed the bird with his arms stretched wide, “I’ll fly I’ll fly just like you”. And he flew through the grass he saw as a jungle, and closed his eyes, he was there.
Mary Shanahan
I winged too much as a child. They say you dislike in others what you dislike in yourself. I can’t stand winging little shits. They’re selfish and don’t deserve to live. I wish I were dead. Then I’d stop winging.
Katey
She is so thin. Her shoulder-blades poke out of her back like fairy winglets, a cold image of a hungry child. He imagines grand feathered things growing from the little bones, lifting his pretty alabaster baby up and away. A breeze blows. She shivers. For a brief moments, he thinks she might take flight.
a winged horse sprang into being at the peak of mount Everest.
It flew off into the clouds and became Pegasus
five times were its wings cut before it escaped
it was never tamed and
finally died at the hands of the gods, who resented its freedom
emma
The winged messenger swished down from the sky and deposited a little message on my car’s roof. It said; “You shouldn’t have washed the car the day before you go to the seaside, we seagulls just LOVE that!”
tonykeyesjapan
I took a walk the other day, and realised
As I sat on concrete curb
Watching the spider, the original anarchist
Sit belligerent in his nest
As I stood and wandered past the local houses
Owned by names that would be forgotten
In 200 years
As the woollen dress on my shoulders
Suddenly connoted a silk-soft lambie
Plucked twice: From family and from flesh
That I, the girl-worm, the suburban bitch
Could walk.
I could just keep walking.
The winged birds at the plantation all had to get their wings cut. It was ordered by the owner of the plantation Mr. Jauqes. The only bird that was able to escape was a small bird named Cordin. Cordin knew that all of the other birds would be jealous.
Aaron Roberts
They came down from the sky in a ball of light. Cliche much? But true nonetheless. The light exploded at eye level, so bright we had to shield our eyes. When we could see again, winged beings hovered before us.
Beings with familiar faces.
“How could you?”
“I have no choice.”
“Liar.”
I look to the other one. He’s angry. At us?
“Why?”
One simple word, but heavy with meaning. A plea for understanding, explanation.
Winged tip shoes squeak across the floor as one wonders what’s going on. No answers are given. Yet the squeak across giving off a sound most irritating. Who is this person, and why must they be so annoying?
She sat down at her desk. She could feel every single one of the beady little eyes on the back of her head. If only they had known that she totally winged her speech, and it just happened to be that good. When Carissa went up to the front of the room, she was more nervous than she’d ever been.
Kiaundra Dishman
Birds are winged animals. So are insects. Wish i were a winged creature< i get to fly away when i like. Go somewhere safe and sound.
Alysa
We were sure that the after all the maintenance that was done on the plane that it was well winged and had receive the all clear to resume flights to its regular destinations.
She stepped lightly towards the winged beast, taking careful notice of it’s large claws and sharp beak. She bowed low, her braid skimming the earth and her heart pounding in her ears, as she waited to see how it, how SHE, would react.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Slowly, with a predatory grace that both put her on edge and at ease, the beast dropped to it’s knees, bowing it’s head in turn.’Your name.’ she demanded.
“Deirdre,” she gasped, her eyes still ringing from the power in her voice. “Deirdre Linae,”
‘You may call me, Hah’desryn,’
Angels floating up into the sky. I guess they do exist, I mean, there she was with a halo and white wings floating up into the sky to who knows where. And there’s a phoenix with bright red plumage. They say the tears have healing powers. He soars in a wide arc and eclipses her face a moment. His wings beat once. I wish I could fly.
Just like the one winged dove sings a song and sounds like she is singing. I love fleetwood mac I am actually named from one of there songs. Its called rhiannon and I am amelia rhiannon. I really miss being in creative writing class and doing things like this. I am very hopefull that I will be able to get into USM and that way I can take classes like this again if I want to , but ya I am really hoping. I really dont know how much time I have left or if I am even being timed. I am trying my hardest not to look at the screen. I have been thinking a lot about birds lately I wonder if thats a sign for something. Somethimes I think it is kind of wierd that I will have the thoughts of everything around me meaning something. I dunno maybe I am just hoping that everything in the world is attached to some bigger plan. I dont think I am being timed now that I look at the website a little more but it is asking for my name and e-mail. Honestly if my fingers and home life would allow it I could sit here all day and type up the randomness in my brain. Oh look at that I am being timed.
Amelia
The winged ones are those who can take to the skies. In Native American legend, it is the winged ones who are the messengers between human and other earth bound creatures and the spirits in the sky.
Her beautiful body rolled over the daisies. Winged eyelashes framing her eyes that matched the overgrown grass darting left to right like a cat stalking its prey.
She turned and looked at me smiling her crazed smile and began laughing but why I was unsure.
Arianna
He had wings. He was winged. Before and after. His wings now are more real than before.
Sarah Catherine Hlavaty
Mount up with wings of an eagle and soar. Float in the sky as God directs your path and look upon those you pass with delight. Know that what you envision is but a faction of the blessings He desires to yield upon your life. Be pleased with the rewards that you receive and don’t take them for granted. Taking things for granted can get your wings clipped. Unlike other creatures you can not replenish. Once winged you will not rejuvenate.
EF
The bird is winged. The angel, if you believe in it, is winged. I am winged. Not in the physical sense, as the bird, or the spiritual sense as the angel, but the self-expressive metaphorical sense.
Sarah Hlavaty
she thinks she’d like to have wings, you know
but all
all we really want is to just float about, I think, but I don’t believe
I don’t believe in anything
anymore
not even the vast nothingness
and birds aren’t even the most
aerodynamic
I mean, what’s with that
that’s a bit ducked
they should be little wind tunnels instead.
frank lee
The bird is winged .
The aeroplane is winged.
Xin Tian
The aeroplane is winged.
Chai Xin Tian
I don’t believe it.
Where are my arms?
Why can I fly now?
I don’t like these.
It’s too high up here.
The one winged angel. That’s what I called him. I saw him in my dreams every night. He said something I couldn’t quite make out. And every night I waited for him.
Alex Cahill
Winged. My eyes could not understand. He had wings, much like those I had seen in so many paintings in the cathedrals. So it was true. Angels walked among us.
Creatures with wings were so lucky. They could find their freedom anytime, all the time. Winged beasts could flee from danger, escape and attack as they pleased. I was trapped and forced to deal with everything and anything. No choices allowed. I wish I was winged. I would leave everything behind.
I have winged it. I have earned my wings so I can fly. Oh how proud of me I am I am. I can fly. I have wings.
Dragon flies are winged creatures, even when they’re caught in the bodies of other animals. My very first pet was a cat named Dragon Fly. She was my best friend, and had the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen. One day, I told her that I would end up marrying a man with green eyes because of her.
…My fiance has green eyes.
are angels winged?
are you?
this is so kitschy
I fly high into the sky, tears streaming down my face. Nothing is good anymore. Not my family, my friends, anything. You’d think wings would help. You’d think it would make me able to soar away from my problems, to just forget them down on earth. But my problems follow me everywhere, gravity still crushing their weight into me. There’s no escape. But one. I look down at the earth below me and fold my wings into my back. I fall.
They spread out on either side of her, and suddenly it occurred to Amy…. Magnus Zev was winged. Winged, without his pinfeathers clipped. He could fly. Just like the wild lupinaeris of the west, he could race through the air at speeds faster than a horse could ever match. She swallowed, fear running through her as she dug her hands into his scruff with a firmer grip on the fur there. The wolf glanced back over his shoulder at her as he crouched, getting ready to spring into the air.. She could swear that he chuckled.
They aim to shoot us down
try not to get winged
dodge and dive
squawk back then leave
Don’t worry about the hunters
leave them to grieve
flying tired from flying, been out all night, oh i just made it up i winged it just like this story that im writing, wth am i writing?! idk bc im winging it, like a chicken. that jus got winged so it could b cooked and serve with red beans and rice and mash potatoes at popeyes, im hungy yum. when am i suppose to stop?
winged is a bird that would fly by my window on a sunny day. i would be winged if my feelings wouldn’t keep me grounded.
What? What the hell is going on? Oh, no, oh, God, no, what….? The land underneath kept rapidly drawing near. So that’s the moment when I’m supposed to see all my life run before my eyes? How… what happened? I don’t remember.But… Maybe if i try… Okay, so i spread my arms and… yeah, that’s better, but… I suppose I don’t really need to think how come I’m here in the middle between sky and earth. So winged he was and flew to the sunshine.
A light purple hued winged creature came from the distance, just above a shadowed wood. The sun light hit the creature and its wings sparkled like the ocean on a summers day. The creature showed that hope lived even in dark places.
the animal is winged. he is big and strong. the eagle blows right over the crowd and grabs the baby. the mom screams. the father jumps. the guard throws things at the eagle. Nothing is stopping it.
The angel looked out over the battlefield. He had gotten used to causing mayhem and destruction, but this time, it was different. Men brutalized each other in his name with little regard to the lives they were ending.
The winged bird flew so elegantly. Over the trees and through the air. The little boy on the ground looked in awe and followed the bird with his arms stretched wide, “I’ll fly I’ll fly just like you”. And he flew through the grass he saw as a jungle, and closed his eyes, he was there.
I winged too much as a child. They say you dislike in others what you dislike in yourself. I can’t stand winging little shits. They’re selfish and don’t deserve to live. I wish I were dead. Then I’d stop winging.
She is so thin. Her shoulder-blades poke out of her back like fairy winglets, a cold image of a hungry child. He imagines grand feathered things growing from the little bones, lifting his pretty alabaster baby up and away. A breeze blows. She shivers. For a brief moments, he thinks she might take flight.
a winged horse sprang into being at the peak of mount Everest.
It flew off into the clouds and became Pegasus
five times were its wings cut before it escaped
it was never tamed and
finally died at the hands of the gods, who resented its freedom
The winged messenger swished down from the sky and deposited a little message on my car’s roof. It said; “You shouldn’t have washed the car the day before you go to the seaside, we seagulls just LOVE that!”
I took a walk the other day, and realised
As I sat on concrete curb
Watching the spider, the original anarchist
Sit belligerent in his nest
As I stood and wandered past the local houses
Owned by names that would be forgotten
In 200 years
As the woollen dress on my shoulders
Suddenly connoted a silk-soft lambie
Plucked twice: From family and from flesh
That I, the girl-worm, the suburban bitch
Could walk.
I could just keep walking.
And not turn back.
This thought was new to me.
The winged birds at the plantation all had to get their wings cut. It was ordered by the owner of the plantation Mr. Jauqes. The only bird that was able to escape was a small bird named Cordin. Cordin knew that all of the other birds would be jealous.
They came down from the sky in a ball of light. Cliche much? But true nonetheless. The light exploded at eye level, so bright we had to shield our eyes. When we could see again, winged beings hovered before us.
Beings with familiar faces.
“How could you?”
“I have no choice.”
“Liar.”
I look to the other one. He’s angry. At us?
“Why?”
One simple word, but heavy with meaning. A plea for understanding, explanation.
Make me understand…
Winged tip shoes squeak across the floor as one wonders what’s going on. No answers are given. Yet the squeak across giving off a sound most irritating. Who is this person, and why must they be so annoying?
She sat down at her desk. She could feel every single one of the beady little eyes on the back of her head. If only they had known that she totally winged her speech, and it just happened to be that good. When Carissa went up to the front of the room, she was more nervous than she’d ever been.
Birds are winged animals. So are insects. Wish i were a winged creature< i get to fly away when i like. Go somewhere safe and sound.
We were sure that the after all the maintenance that was done on the plane that it was well winged and had receive the all clear to resume flights to its regular destinations.
She stepped lightly towards the winged beast, taking careful notice of it’s large claws and sharp beak. She bowed low, her braid skimming the earth and her heart pounding in her ears, as she waited to see how it, how SHE, would react.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Slowly, with a predatory grace that both put her on edge and at ease, the beast dropped to it’s knees, bowing it’s head in turn.’Your name.’ she demanded.
“Deirdre,” she gasped, her eyes still ringing from the power in her voice. “Deirdre Linae,”
‘You may call me, Hah’desryn,’
Angels floating up into the sky. I guess they do exist, I mean, there she was with a halo and white wings floating up into the sky to who knows where. And there’s a phoenix with bright red plumage. They say the tears have healing powers. He soars in a wide arc and eclipses her face a moment. His wings beat once. I wish I could fly.
Just like the one winged dove sings a song and sounds like she is singing. I love fleetwood mac I am actually named from one of there songs. Its called rhiannon and I am amelia rhiannon. I really miss being in creative writing class and doing things like this. I am very hopefull that I will be able to get into USM and that way I can take classes like this again if I want to , but ya I am really hoping. I really dont know how much time I have left or if I am even being timed. I am trying my hardest not to look at the screen. I have been thinking a lot about birds lately I wonder if thats a sign for something. Somethimes I think it is kind of wierd that I will have the thoughts of everything around me meaning something. I dunno maybe I am just hoping that everything in the world is attached to some bigger plan. I dont think I am being timed now that I look at the website a little more but it is asking for my name and e-mail. Honestly if my fingers and home life would allow it I could sit here all day and type up the randomness in my brain. Oh look at that I am being timed.
The winged ones are those who can take to the skies. In Native American legend, it is the winged ones who are the messengers between human and other earth bound creatures and the spirits in the sky.
Her beautiful body rolled over the daisies. Winged eyelashes framing her eyes that matched the overgrown grass darting left to right like a cat stalking its prey.
She turned and looked at me smiling her crazed smile and began laughing but why I was unsure.
He had wings. He was winged. Before and after. His wings now are more real than before.
Mount up with wings of an eagle and soar. Float in the sky as God directs your path and look upon those you pass with delight. Know that what you envision is but a faction of the blessings He desires to yield upon your life. Be pleased with the rewards that you receive and don’t take them for granted. Taking things for granted can get your wings clipped. Unlike other creatures you can not replenish. Once winged you will not rejuvenate.
The bird is winged. The angel, if you believe in it, is winged. I am winged. Not in the physical sense, as the bird, or the spiritual sense as the angel, but the self-expressive metaphorical sense.
she thinks she’d like to have wings, you know
but all
all we really want is to just float about, I think, but I don’t believe
I don’t believe in anything
anymore
not even the vast nothingness
and birds aren’t even the most
aerodynamic
I mean, what’s with that
that’s a bit ducked
they should be little wind tunnels instead.
The bird is winged .
The aeroplane is winged.
The aeroplane is winged.
I don’t believe it.
Where are my arms?
Why can I fly now?
I don’t like these.
It’s too high up here.
The one winged angel. That’s what I called him. I saw him in my dreams every night. He said something I couldn’t quite make out. And every night I waited for him.
Winged. My eyes could not understand. He had wings, much like those I had seen in so many paintings in the cathedrals. So it was true. Angels walked among us.
a cluster of houses in a village