I Could Believe I Can Fly Novels & Stories

"You are right, my whole clan is counting on you... but we don't want you being so hard on yourself Anastasia. Did you think I learnt how to fly easily?" She stares at me confused wiping away the tears on her face. "What do you mean?" "When I started training to fly, i couldn't fly up into the air like the rest of my brothers. I had always fly up at ground levels. For a month I couldn't fly up and whenever I tried to... I came falling so hard to the ground. My father and my grandfather both gave on me, when they both saw they couldn't do anything for me. But well, on a very bright sunny day... I flapped my wing and flew up really high up in the air without looking down. Yeah, I was afraid o

Of course, he was an angel and he could even reach there faster than them through flying but this was going to be his first flight and he was sacred. He took a deep breath, thinking what if he couldn't do it but then he slapped himself on the back of his head. Literally. Because why wouldn't he be able to fly, he was an angel. He could and he would. Just like he talked through mind link because it was in his nature.

For the moment, I just wanted to slip into bed and have a nice nap. The next day, I was out flying again around the same time as yesterday. I was enjoying aimlessly wandering over the city for a little while. The simplistic eagle eye view I had was endlessly entertaining for me. Though I was scared of heights, I still admired the spectacle of being up high. The sense of freedom was beyond anything I could ever imagine. I could go anywhere, do anything. Climb the highest skyscraper? Walk the tight rope across the wall of a bridge? Fly alongside a seagull? I could do it all - and so much more. The possibilities of anything and everything I was capable of doing were just limitless.

And I don’t like different. I can’t afford to like different. The thing is, I’ve been here before. I’ve been in relationships where I allowed myself to believe in something more. I allowed myself to think that maybe, just maybe, I could be seen for who I really am, not just as the flight attendant who brings drinks and blankets. But each time, I was wrong. Every. Single. Time.

“Yes. By taming Gorshe, you can order him around and he will be loyal to you forever.” Yeah, I don’t care about its loyalty since I don’t really believe it. It’s a demon, after all. The thing that’s shaking my heart is the thought of flying. I always wanted to fly! I have never been in the sky. Flying is an ability that I can never acquire, no matter how many demons I kill. Is there really a need to think about this decision? Yes, but for the sake of flying, I am throwing my rational reasoning out the window. Who knows? I might be able to use the ability in able.

Even іf I can’t dо іt anymore, I bеlіеvе уоu саn rіѕе аbоvе thіѕ, mу frіеnd, mу ѕіѕtеr, mу сhіld. Flу out of here lіkе a bеаutіful bird. Hold Luсу’ѕ feather сlоѕе tо уоur hеаrt аnd knоw thаt уоu аrе nоt аlоnе.

She grinned, leaving me stunned at her quick change of mood. “I thought you were really upset.” “Would you have preferred that?” she daringly raised her eyebrows. “No.” I answered sincerely. “Good. I had no idea you could fly.” “I can’t fly,” I shrugged, stifling a laugh. “But we just did.” She said, glancing between me and the building, her expression at that moment a mix of disbelief and awe. But now there is a tinge of confusion in them. “It’s different. I can’t actually fly; I don’t have wings. Jumping from high up and landing safely doesn’t count as flying, right?”

I suppose they must have found a snack. I wish I could fly. I feel like it would be freeing not to be grounded. No more worries, no more pain and suffering. Just the breeze under my wings. Travel to all sort of places and see new things. What a thrill it would be. I wish that the bonds of my life holding me here, would let me go and soar through the air. How exhilarating it must feel.

The little girl widened her eyes, her face filled with curiosity “Of course! Back when I was a kid, and I went out, I was lucky enough to see a big shot who could fly in the sky. To people like them, that’s just child play. If those people wave their hands, they can topple the mountains and overturn the seas. Too bad I only caught a small glimpse and didn’t see too clearly,” Cy recalled. “Grandpa, what can I do to fly?” The little girl seemed to be very interested in flying.

She was always a happy child, the creative one, with her head in the clouds and always having fun, nothing could ever be ruined for her, she always found ways to make every situation she was in like a daydream. Until one day she discovered the one thing that she could not do: flying. She was seven and was looking at the sky with Gigi laying next to her when the idea of flying appeared in her mind. She had run to where her mom was, at the kitchen preparing the most delicious cookies for them, and told her that she had found the one impossible thing she was never going to able to do: flying.