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

I notice I’m brеаthlеѕѕ quickly, and I fееl ѕо wеаk I саn barely nаvіgаtе thе rооm. I sink to thе flооr. I’m making thе bеѕt роѕѕіblе еffоrt to ѕtау ԛuіеt whеn mу раlm grаzеѕ аgаіnѕt ѕоmеthіng sharp. I look dоwn. It’ѕ a ѕhаrd оf wооd that has dеtасhеd іtѕеlf from оnе оf the flооrbоаrdѕ.

Everything looked familiar, but somehow strange, and not even the moonlight gave me a clue where I was going. “Mate” My Wolf whispered, urging me forward. My feet took control before I knew exactly what was going on, and I started walking forward. At first, my feet felt heavy as if they were lead weights. Then they became lighter as if they were dancing on air, making me feel as light as a feather as well. It felt good, liberating actually.

He shrugged as a deep expression appeared on his face and I decided to break the ice. "Am I heavy?" His attention returned to me and he stared at me as though I had committed a blunder. "A feather is lighter than you are." He replied and I shook my head. "What a good orator you are. You are so nice." I replied with such enthusiasm and he chuckled again making me very wary. We reached the house in a swift moment. " I guess this is where the ride ends. I can't go further than this ma'am." "And you say I'm very light?"

I can’t find the floor beneath me, and it feels like I’m made of feathers and lead at the same time. He doesn't speak again the entire ride. Neither do I.

The dark feathers shimmered faintly with streaks of iridescent blue that caught the morning light. If someone didn’t know better, they might think they could reach out and touch them. I stepped closer to the mirror. My fingers brushed lightly across the tattooed feathers. They felt like normal skin. But the image was so real it sent a shiver down my spine. “What are you?” I whispered softly. The memory of yesterday flashed through my mind. The wings exploding outward. The way they had cut through the air like blades. I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe I could make them come back.

“Birds of a feather flock together.” It took exactly five seconds for Anastasia to understand Idara's final sentence. “Wait a minute,” she frowned. “Are you indirectly saying that I'm stupid? As in, like, I tend to attract senseless guys because I'm equally dumb, aye?” Idara laughed out loud, trying her best to avoid eye contact with her rather upset friend. “Abeg no be me talk am o. No be for my mouth you go hear sey crayfish bend.” Anastasia couldn't help but laugh too. “You be legit mumu. Ode!” She pinched Idara's earlobe amid laughter. “Bloody fool!”

Stronger than any other supernatural. Odessa’s spirit lightened. The heaviness in her emotions relaxed. “That’s it, my fawn, fight it!” Lighter, it rose, the pain falling away from my scaled chest. Standing upright, my wings spread, now taking flight above the trees. “I love you, Odessa, you are doing it.”

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

The night stretched long and thin around in icewood. Outside, the wind combed through the frost-heavy pines, carrying whispers that could have been breath — or memory. The feather lay before me on the desk, glimmering faintly under the candlelight. Its veins pulsed with a color I couldn’t name, neither violet nor silver, but something between the two — something alive. Bobby had refused to leave, posted by the door like a sentinel carved from impatience and loyalty. Every few moments, he would mutter something under his breath — a joke to fill the silence, but the words always died before they left his mouth.

The sheer weight of his bulk cracked the surface with a deep boom, sending up a spray of ice shards and steam. But the Light Fae had already launched into the air, rising with a sudden grace on newly-formed silver wings. They shimmered, broad and veined like those of a butterfly. They flapped with a whispering hiss, like silk being pulled taut over blades. As the Light Fae’s hood slipped back, he saw their sharp metallic face clearly once again. Silver hair braided into tight cords, matted flat to the scalp, as if fused to the flesh. Their stark white eyes stared directly into his core.