Flights Of Fantasy Novels & Stories

How many nights did I sit at that window, staring out, wishing for something better than what I had. I unlock the front door and Dom and I go inside and I shut the door. I take a deep breath, smelling the cleaners that the company used. The clean smell mixed with how the house always smelled, like fear. Instead of going straight to the boxes, I head to the living room to find Pa's recliner chair and all the rest of the furniture still there. I wander to the kitchen to find everything still there too. I head to the stairway and head to Frankie and Will's bedroom and all of their personal items must be in the boxes but the furniture is still present. I climb the ladder to my bedroom to f

"And do take good care of him for me. You know how weak and clumsy he could be." They both chuckled as they broke apart. "I will, I promise." Muriel then produced a golden light around its body. Its wings were widespread before disappearing. Like a ray of light that shot through the sky. It left a glittery mist from where it stood before. "I should be leaving as well," Gabriel uttered. Now every eye was on Lucas. But the latter dared not say anything. Gabriel went to hug everyone. But as it walked towards Lucas, it had its hand held out.

The writing could happen. He looked out the window. The apron was busy in the particular way of an airport in the afternoon—the arrivals from the morning now departing, the planes being turned around quickly enough that the schedule could be maintained. He watched a plane taxi to the runway, pause, accelerate, lift. The lift was always the moment that held his attention on flights: the transition from ground to air, from one state of being to another, the specific quality of leaving the earth behind. He had been flying for decades, since his early business trips in his twenties, and the lift still moved him. It still produced in him a small thrill, a recognition that something extraordinary

" Benedict panicked, trying to sit up and grab my hand, but I was already prepared. I stepped back before he had the chance. His outstretched hand trembled before he let it drop, his voice choked with emotion. "Ophelia, is there really no chance for us?" "I don't like dirty things," I simply said. "That includes objects—and people." His gaze fell, and he said nothing more. With that matter settled, I set off on my travels again. Though my love life was a mess, my career flourished. I experimented with new recipes, my followers grew past a million, and ad deals poured in. The paychecks were fat, and my career was thriving.

The air was alive with the scent of possibility, the glow of the dream realm casting a soft, ethereal light that illuminated the path before her. As she journeyed deeper into the dream realm, Mama Hazel felt a sense of wonder and awe at the sights that unfolded before her. Magical creatures flitted through the air, their iridescent wings shimmering in the moonlight, while fantastical landscapes stretched out in a breathtaking tapestry of colors and shapes. Each step she took led her further into a world where imagination reigned supreme and where the boundaries of reality melted away.

How he would show her the ring and tell her it had always been hers. He even let himself imagine her reaction. Maybe she would be surprised or touched. She would cry, and then forgive him. And then, they could start over. This time, he wouldn't let her suffer even a little. The flight took more than ten hours. He didn't sleep. By the time they landed, his eyes were red from exhaustion and the strain of holding himself together. The plane finally touched down. Oldtown's sky had always been gray. A drizzle drifted down, turning the air damp and icy.

He asked "When the flyers are ready"...I said and chuckled Did I flirt well? Damn am not good at this. "Ok, I can't wait to see you and Jean perform"... He smiled Only he's smile can raise the dead. And why does he always call her Jean. That doesn't matter now, what matters is how am feeling for Dave. "Alice..Alice"... He called "Oh, sorry I was admiring your...I mean the room, it's beautiful"... I said That was close

Typically Dragons were immensely large, but this one got two sets of wings, a larger pair set atop the muscular shoulders, and a slightly smaller pair set lower back that tucked below when folded, necessary to propel the massive body through the sky and fly. But looking at the creature filled Celina with a hollow sort of dread. It shouldn’t be making her feel this way; after all, she’s been waiting for an opportunity exactly like this. Why wasn’t she elevated? Ever since past few days, Celina had a myriad of emotions, from better to worse. Better because now there's something to strive for, a light amidst the unfamiliar fog. Worse because it scarred her for life, made her want to live a comm

He tried to open his eyes, but it was like they were sealed shut in the flames of his Magick. The thunder of hooves sounded around him, clattering on the flagstones. A warm body pressed against him. Voices that were too loud shouted to him, but he couldn't make out the garbled words. He hit his knees for the second time, the warm body pressed against him following him to the blessedly cool stone.

It's like a rip suddenly ensues and I can feel something thrust out of the upper middle of my back. What is this feeling? What's that noise? It's coming closer from behind me. I fret in the air, craning my neck restlessly to peer behind me and see whatever's jutted out of my body. A glittering translucent thin Dragonfly-wing-like thing which appears to be in a pair and opening like a Butterfly's wings leaves me gobsmackingly speechless and in fascinating awe. I've sprouted wings! I can fly! Things couldn't be any more magical. I shove the excitement aside and focus on charging forward to meet the fiend. I'm closing in fast and they turn their back suddenly and see me.