I Could Believe I Can Fly Novels & Stories

“Shamelessly speaking, I love to fly. It makes me feel free, like there’s nowhere I can’t go, and nothing I can’t do. Like now, we’re out here, floating around in space. We couldn’t have been able to get here and do this if we weren’t able to fly. Isn’t that cool as hell? “I always used to look out my window when I was a kid. I wanted to be out there so much, but all I could do was watch birds as they flew by, or perched on the trees and fences. If anything came near them, they just up and flew away. They did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and I really kinda envy that.” Miko giggled.

Mustering up courage, I zipped my suitcase and smiled, "Ian, you know this job is everything to me. If I weren't able to manage things, I would have asked for your help. You do know that I will never hide anything from you. Trust me, Ian, after so many days, life has given me a chance to stand up. And in this new journey, I need your support the most. I want you to believe in me, Ian, not judge my decision, please." Tears welled in my eyes. I am sorry for lying to you, Ian, but this time I have chosen to listen to my heart. I have to move out of Chicago if I want to build a name for myself. That place always hinders my success, always binds me, and traps me in a maze that has no exit. I need

It was written all over his face, but I was too tired of explaining the same thing over and over again. Some days were better than others, but then there were days like this, where the weight of everything threatened to crush me. Flying was my escape. It was the one place where the sky didn’t judge me, where the air carried me far from the curses that had tethered me to an existence of unhappiness. "Gaia thinks I should try shifting again," I said, breaking the silence. Shahar stiffened at my words. I responded to the airport frequency and began taxiing, following the yellow lines and signs.

But for now, I’m just excited about the possibility of tomorrow, of stepping beyond the familiar and into the unknown. And who knows? Maybe along the way, I’ll discover that the world isn’t as scary as they say. Or maybe it is, and I’ll learn to face it head-on. Either way, I’m ready. Ready to fly, ready to soar, ready to be Rhiannon, and nothing’s going to hold me back. Not anymore.

“Is this some kind of dimension or something?!” I asked qualmed. My eyes moved faster than I knew it could. I was being very protective of myself, I stood in one spot waiting for what would happen next and just then I fell from where I was as though the ground broke open,I let out a loud scream. ‘ I can actually fly…. or is it levitation??. Whatever!’ I thought out of frustration. I remembered the most awful moments of my life and the only thing that could emotionally damage me at that level was the death of my father.

I hope you’re proud of yourself. Tessy: Greg Dalton soaring as usual. Leo: Bro. Wings activated. Greg: Couldn’t have done it without all of you. Especially you, H. Helena: Always your ground when you’re in the clouds. 💙 Scene – Greg’s Journal, That Night Dear Me, Today, you stood where doubt once lived and proved it wrong. You took the test. You faced the storm. You didn’t just pass—you flew. This is what purpose feels like. And maybe, just maybe, you’re becoming the man you were always afraid to believe you could be.

I argued, but he continued to chuckle. “Mia, if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you that you’re a pari, and you can fly.” He stated, leaving me astonished at this revelation. I had no idea I possessed the ability to fly, and the thrill of it coursed through me. “Really? I can fly? But how?” I asked, filled with wonder and excitement. “I’ll have to look that up.” He replied, suddenly scooping me up in his arms. “Trust me, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He reassured, his intense gaze meeting mine.

Tears falling down my cheeks and I am having a hard time breathing. Who followed me from the office to my apartment. Why is the driver tried to make his/her presence known to me? Has someone followed me? Or I am just imagining everything? But I can't ignore the feeling of someone watching me and their stare creeped me out. I felt their stare in my bones. I don't know what to believe. I just want to wake up from this and don't want to feel like this. I hope everything will be just my imagination but nothing more

he asks suspiciously. I roll my eyes, “We turn into birds and fly, yet a visum in the mountains sewing dresses is the thing you find impossible to believe.” “What can I say, I’m a unique character. Now, speaking of flying…”

"But that's not the point I am driving at." "So what is, because you really seem to be driving in the wrong lane." "The point is, wind can fly. It can fly and soar, and swoop and dive and it never needs to perch. I want to be like that. I want to fly and fly, and keep flying until my wings break, until the air gets tired of carrying me. I want to fly until the clouds can recognize me by my feathers when i pass. I just want to be free." Ten heartbeats pass before I say, "You sound an awful lot like a poet."