I Could Believe I Can Fly Novels & Stories

The sight below us was far more beautiful than my sketch depicted, the river glistened in the sun and the green of the trees surrounding it gave an illusion of calamity despite the turmoil I knew to be brewing on the surface. “It’s beautiful.” I breathed. “Yeah, it is.” He answered. “How did you learn to fly or even know you could?” I asked as we floated in the air. “When I first left the pack, I used to climb trees to get a grasp of where I was, one day while climbing I lost my footing and would have come crashing to the ground except when I looked down I wasn’t standing on a branch, but levitating mid-air. I have no idea how it works, but after years of practice I learned I could fly short

I sat in the driver seat and reversed the car, then drove speedily to the nearest hospital in the community. Wasn't it too great? I have a headache. Before that I was thinking of having a rest. Now I have to manage to get myself into an accident. Yes it was an accident, I just couldn't tell the police that she fell from the sky because it is impossible and unbelievable.

Tye replied eagerly and Sofia chuckled. “Well, in the beginning, there was a big girl named Sofia, and she had this belief about love, which her Abuela had taught her: Sparks fly when you meet your one true love-” “-How?” Tye asked. This was the first of many interruptions Sofia would come to experience. “I don’t know,” Sofia exhaled uncomfortably. She was already getting scared that this would be a lot harder than it had seemed. “When your hands come in contact I guess-”

As he steps around me stepping down from the throne, like what he said to me answered my question. Urijah at that moment extended his hand to me, and I took his hand in my own, as he did the unthinkable and pulled me towards him, as my feet remain hovering over the floor. “It seems you have the ability to fly now.” He says to me, and I look down at my feet still in shock to see them not touching the floor, but the realization of what he just said hitting me.

" We can also start training you on how to fly." " You can seriously teach me that?!" " Of course! I am a Master... Actually, I don't understand why I know myself. ... but as the saying goes, if you can't do it, then teach. " ... Why do I know how to fly? I never had wings before and yet I vaguely remember soaring through the skies like I was an eagle. Maybe Misaki programmed all Versions to know since she has an invention that allows us to fly like her? " Awesome! Right! Aren't you going to let your girlfriend know that you're leaving?"

Life is too short, to dwell on sad things for long, which is why Augustus Hale, always believed in moving forward with the best memories. He was a positive person, but at the same time sensitive, and he acknowledged all his flaws, because he was aware of the beauty of imperfection. He let his passionate and dreamy soul guide him towards his destiny, like a free bird, who fell a lot of times, before finally relishing the joy of flight. Coming to London was a hasty decision all together, but his friend Austin had saved him from regretting it.

I didn’t think it was a good idea but I picked it up. ‘Help me fly so you can find your way out of this place - Fox’ When I opened up the plane I saw this message for me. It didn’t make sense that Fox was trying to help me out, I shouldn’t trust them but… I wanted to. This didn’t make sense at all and it was probably dumb as hell. But I was always doing dumb shit so why does it matter if I keep making more mistakes?

His music is dreamlike and makes me feel like I am back in my dreams when I play. From a young age, I have been told I am in my head so much that I will become trapped there. I always remember thinking, would that be such a bad thing? My dreams have, in a sense, become my reality. My most recent dream I flew. Can you imagine flying—what a wonder. In the plan, I recall just running free of shoes; I was running in an empty street. No one around, no judging eyes, no distracting little noises; it was just me and the open road. So I ran. I ran until I could run no more until every fiber in my body screamed out in pain for rest, but even then, I ran. I ran from dresses, ran from the world of men,

To her, a walk wasn’t a walk without music and earphones, she really liked it loud, loved gospel, old school music, not the latest but did listen to top hits of almost every genre. As she took the walk, with her music playing, with her earphones on her ears, in a quiet street with its gentle breeze since it was early December, she thought of her boyfriend she left back home, in the rurals and she wished she could just fly. She even remembered Robert Kelly’s song “I BELIEVE I CAN FLY”, she wished she could just fly without wings and be with him then fly back home again, unfortunately that was just a dream of an hour.

He couldn't quite understand what I was saying when I mouthed the name Kestrel. I became frustrated. Why couldn’t things just go smoothly? I was tired that our lives were constantly in danger. “Do you trust me?” I yelled in Xander’s direction. I thought I saw him say ‘yes,’ so I took that as my cue to force my wings out. I needed to get to Xander quickly. I ran, and just as I was about to hit a couple of Lycans right before me, I jumped and hovered in the air. When I heard the crowd gasp at my flying form, I dashed straight to Xander and extended my hands. He took them with some hesitation, shooting me worried stares as I showed my true self to everyone.