As Light As A Feather As Stiff As A Board Novels & Stories

“He wanted to know how much you weigh.” “WHAT?” Aki had never been so insulted in her entire life. Then she launched into an angry tirade: “Well, you tell him, you tell the giant eagle with the umanicured nails, that I’m the lightest excess baggage he’s ever gonna carry. Well I never! I’m as light as a feather!” Man and bird looked shocked at this outburst. “Are you sure you’re not just reading him wrong?” Aki eventually asked. Temujin laughed at how swiftly she changed moods, then Aki herself joined in good humor. Even Griffin seemed to understand and expressed his hilarity with a sort of kee-kee-kee-kee call.

Ravi Lazy Arsenio unlocked his bedroom door and was surprised to find a scattering of black feathers covering the gleaming wooden floor. He stared at the tightly closed window, through which the morning sun's rays penetrated the transparent glass. The dark-haired man stooped down to pick up a feather in front of him, which felt softer and thicker than any bird feather Ravi had ever touched.

He flapped his wings and several thousands of his feathers rained down like arrows. The razor-sharp feathers glinted like steel in the sunlight, its sheer vast number threatening to rain blood and death down on every survivor below. He fired his arrow-like feathers and cried shrilly, "Taste the wrath of the Peacock race, Chu Xun!" With that, he wheeled around and sped away. Buzz!

Fleets reposition for support fire. Ground teams mobilize—drop coordinates locked. I step to the launch bay, Remy matching stride. Summon **Blood Board**—crimson storm coalescing beneath my feet, violet edges crackling eager, board humming like it tastes the fight coming. Remy’s coyote-gold board manifests beside—rings glowing. We drop together. Atmosphere screams past—re-entry fire blazing bright, G-forces crushing chest and lungs, heat shield blood-lightning flaring wide.

Dev mockingly said, "Birds of same feathers..." Ivan joined to add some line in the sentence for his friends, "...flocks together..." Dev continued the sentence, "...And when they flock together..." Ivan completed the sentence, "...they fly so high..." Dev finished his conversation, “The perfect day for crispy roasting of ravens.”

He nods, “You want wind?” She clicks her tongue, “Not now. My arms, sorry wings already ache. But another day, I’d like to figure out moving in moving air. And maybe some of those obstacles you mentioned to work on agility. I don’t know, Callie is giddy and talking a mile a minute.” She tries to rub her head, and hits herself with a lot of feathers and drops her wings quickly, sputtering softly, “Pah. Feathers in my mouth.” She rubs her tongue against her teeth and huffs out a breath to get the little thing out of her mouth.

They were as tall as his chest and puffy with feathers, which made it easier for him to hit them with his lightning which also meant that he was frying them. The chickens were startled at first, because their feathers were thick, but Jai’s attack was spreading and came in volleys. He didn’t hesitate at all in his attacks, as he was really trying to get them away from the crack on the ground. One chicken after another, they started to run away because with each attack, their beautiful feathers were fried, leaving charred remains of their feathers in the place of where the feathers were supposed to be. Not only that, due to the nature of electricity, the thunder spread under their feathers and

he gave me a crazy look. “Don’t mess with me bro.” “Okay calm down. It might be the whiskey that is making you see things.” He joked. I pick up a black big feather, brought it up to my face to examine it. “That’s one big feather you got there.” Harper said. “Do you know the specie of bird it is from?” “I’m a cardiac surgeon not a bird specialist, you moron. Don’t tell me you think the feather is from your invisible bird man.”

I let my mind make the decision and let my will push me to implement that decision? I flow with the flow around me? I blend with the energy of my impulse? I become light and free so that I can be easily propelled by my purpose? I stared at the feather weirdly again. It seems to me that I’m spitting rubbish but I understand what I’m spitting. Could this be it? I held the feather lightly as I had done before the wind swept it away. But this time, I didn’t hold it as loosely— just enough grip strength to make it dance to the wind force but still remain in my grasp.