Paper Airplanes Paper Hearts Novels & Stories

“I’ll count to three, then throw your paper planes at me, ok?” “Ok!” The crowd cheered. “One!” “Two!” Angela smiled, she raised her pitch, “Three!” she yelled excitedly. Whoosh! Countless paper planes flew in the air, making it a sight to see. It was like countless shooting stars. Many paper planes barely reached the stage, as they were thrown with too little energy. Only one flew in a perfectly parabolic line and landed directly on Angela’s chest. Angela did not even move, yet the paper plane flew directly at her. She caught it unconsciously.

During lunch break, | was getting ready to go get something to eat when | noticed a long line of girls near the back of the school. | walked over to see the commotion and | laughed. Swayer was having a kissing booth. | walked up to his booth and got a lot of dirty looks from the girls who were waiting in line. "Hey, Penelope. Want to kiss? It's only a dollar." He made smooch faces at me and | frowned. "No thanks, I'm not planning on getting herpes anytime soon." Swayer ignored my comment and took another dollar from one of the girls willing to kiss The Swayer Daniels. That's what it said on the sign. Ugh.

Above the countertop, there is an open shelving section built into the wall unit, holding a few brightly coloured folders adding colour to the otherwise natural space. Harper approached to printers control panel, to select her print job on the small screen and confirming the print job. The machine started printing, pulling paper from one of its trays and feeding it through with a series of soft mechanical sounds. After several minutes, a large stack of paper would appear in the output tray on top. She collected the document, straightening the pages and taking them to the counter. She sorted through the documents, organising them in three separate packs and then she tapped the stack lightly a

Inside it were images of Ashenford, but what was this supposed to be? There was a confused murmur amongst the crowd. I smiled and said, "I know this might look a little strange to some of you. Some might think it's a hot air balloon with pictures of Ashenford's scenery, circling the city every day and lowering different flags at various locations. Others might think it's a unique building that belongs on top of a tall building, a mountain, or even a tower. "Or, some of you might think this is a massive ship, placed in the river, floating down the stream alongside beautiful blooming flowers, with music and dancing—kind of like something out of a mythical lake from another city."

Much love. There were three small hearts with wings at the corner of the paper, she had drawn it. I caught myself smiling at the small drawings. “What are you smiling at?." Dariel asked me, his suspicious tone weighed down on me through his words.

She thrust a slightly crumpled piece of paper toward him. Elena smiled, setting the plates on the table. “Let’s see it.” The drawing was a simple, colorful sketch: three stick figures holding hands, with a sun overhead and a small heart above. The heartwarming innocence of it contrasted sharply with the harsh reality he was living. He placed a hand over the paper gently, careful not to crumple it further. “This is beautiful.” he murmured, eyes softening as he looked up at Elena. Aria beamed. “Do you like it, daddy?”

Wenton could carve my heart out the next time and still wouldn't win. I move my scrambled eggs around before starting to eat. I'm waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell Deo about Instructor Wylde's strange apology and Alpha Cadeon's words when something pricks my arm, making me flinch. A paper airplane. The silence is still deafening. The paper airplane is lying on the table, almost daring me to unfold it. I can tell that there's something on it—not words, but lines and shading that's been done with a pencil. "Just ignore it," Deo hisses. "They're waiting for you to open it."

"That doesn't mean that you should hate yourself okay?" "Everyone makes mistakes, and mistake is always," The lady said to him. But he still did not utter any word, but the girl did not mind. She used her right hand and clean up his tears "Well, am Birdie, can I know you?" the lady said as she brought her hand forward for a handshake. "Sorry but I think you should avoid me if you want to live a better life" Mikel said to her as he moves with speed heading directly to the forest of trees side.

I took out the paper heart in my pocket and showed it to dad. "I badly want to ask you before if what would you do to this paper heart upon knowing that I'm gay, I think I got the answers." Then I crumpled it and tore it into pieces. My tears kept on falling while doing it. It was so hard for me to do this. I just can't breathe. "You failed all of us, Zander." Mom commented and helped me stood up. "You will come back here, Melissa. I know you will." Dad uttered but mom and I didn't pay attention to face him. We walked upstairs. Mom told me to pack all my things as she did to hers.

Come on Blondy, breathe with me. I take a deep breath trying to imitate the rhythm created by him, trying to make my pulse accelerated heart slow down. That makes me calm. It will stop soon, I promise, he said. The plane starts to rise and I feel little voids in my stomach, Oscar never lets go of my hand, and I feel like I can breathe better when the plane seems to stabilize. Thanks, Oscar. All he does is wink at me while he relaxes in his seat and withdraws his seat belt back.