Paper Plane Novels & Stories

“For a man making paper cranes you sounded like you were about to burn the planet” He played with the pink paper he was holding before staring up at me. “Not until you told me you were coming”

I needed time. Professor Tate wasn't bothered by my refusal and asked me to reconsider. Now, he'd messaged me again. I knew exactly what to reply. "I've made my decision, Professor Tate. I'll join the project once my break ends." It had been four years. It was time to move forward. The moment I hit "send", a knock sounded at the door. Christopher's voice followed. "Willow, it's me." I didn't want to see him, not now.

She stuck her bottom upward as she leaned on the desk. Lewis glanced at her. Meeting her dissatisfied gaze, he hurled the tablet beside him to her for her to watch videos on it. Holding the tablet, the video on it attracted her attention instantly. After watching several videos, she stumbled across one that taught viewers how to make a paper plane. Her eyes lit up even as she simply took a document from the table and tore a page off it to make a paper plane. Upon hearing the sound of paper tearing, Lewis' head jerked up, and he saw the word agreement on the paper in her hand!

The people had their eyes glued to the ceiling in fascination. The fifteenth plane landed nose first in the Jogging Grandma's cup of Chocolate Dream Castle. She burst out laughing, and everyone burst out laughing. Then someone called, "Hey, can I make one too?" Before I could stop her, Karmen was handing out papers and everyone was engrossed in the art of paper airplane-making. She even taught them how to fold and make their craft fly high. In no time, they came up with a competition for whose paper airplane flew the longest. I had to contribute the prize of ice cream sundae.

He skillfully drove the biplane out of the hangar, where there was a runway that appeared to be old but was still largely intact. As the plane ran down the runway, the propellers spun faster and it began accelerating. The tail lifted from the ground and the plane soon flew up into the sky. Within a few minutes, they were above the clouds. “You’re a great pilot,” Rhina remarked. “My parents taught me well.” Ishida smiled. “Where are we going to fly to? You know where the sea city is?” Rhina asked. Ishida reached into his pocket and took out a folded piece of paper with many creases and rips. He carefully unfolded it, revealing that it was the map he founded the day before.

It is cold here inside the plane, but bullets of sweats are forming in her forehead. “Uhm, I don’t really like airplanes. I actually hate them,” She said and then smiled a bit at me. “Why?” I asked. “I don’t know. I just hate them. Or maybe I don’t. I fear them, I guess. I never liked the way it feels when it’s taking off.” She said. And then the captain announced that we are already taking off. Amira closed her eyes tightly and help on to the seat as if she’s gonna fall if she don’t hold to it tight.

My entire throat burned by the time I started sifting through my pile of coupons, and all the other miscellaneous junk everyone always sends me. Gym membership? Hilarious. Buy one whole chicken, get another free. What the fuck? How many people does Fry's think I have living here? Oh! This I could use. I pulled a Ulta coupon from the middle, causing a thick envelope to slip onto the floor. Shit. I heaved, kicking one of my pale freckled legs in the air to grab it. I wonder if it's Max's child suppo-

Her eyes became more curious as she saw the torn paper in pieces, some of which were shredded. She hoped to find at least a diary, but she found something that piqued her interest. It took her a couple of seconds before she realized that the torn paper might be an art form. Given by the paint in the paper. She tried to piece the puzzle together until she came across a painted image of a tree, specifically the tree of aegis, and beneath it, a young man who was undeniably beautiful.It looks familiar, but Aesthelia was too engrossed by it to notice and recognize the subject.

Pushing up the sleeves of my hoodie, I slip my hands into the front pocket, I frowned thoughtfully then slipped my right finger out. What is-“How did this get here?” I flip the folded piece of paper through my fingers. What the hell? I turn the strange object in my hand slowly, it looks to be folded into a children’s plane. “How strange” I try to think how this could have gotten into my pocket, I got it directly out of the closet this morning. “Hm” Holding two ends of the paper plane, I tug slightly and the well-crafted origami begins to unravel. My fingers have a mind of their own as I unfold it slowly, straightening the bent edges until a wrinkled piece of p

“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.