Umbrella Flying Novels & Stories

She gripped the handle of her umbrella as if it were a sword and pushed downwards with her one, remaining free hand to right herself to properly stand up and gain some semblance of balance. Slipping on the shifting ground beneath her, she almost face planted into a puddle, only keeping herself from the embarassment through her elbows managing to hit the ground first, slamming her umbrella down horizontally. Lila panted and counted out the lengths of her breaths in an attempt to try and calm herself down. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five With a greater bearing of her faculties, Lila pushed down onto the floor with her hands laying

Because that was what she did. Although, the umbrella couldn't reach his head, because he was taller than her, despite she was tall as well. He chuckled to himself, and then raised the umbrella up, because his head was already getting soaked. Causing tiny droplets of water to drip and then enter into his mouth. He knew he was going to get sick, but he didn't mind. He wanted to get to know this intriguing little girl who acted like a mature woman.

Could he still have a trump card? As if answering that very question, a vibrant purple umbrella suddenly appeared in front of Felix, spinning rapidly. A wave of invisible energy radiated outward, instantly dispelling the crimson skulls into nothingness. "Well, well..." a playful voice echoed in Felix's ears. "Looks like you owe me one now. This should be fun." Felix did not need to look to see who it was because the umbrella alone gave it away—it was Mira, his senior apprentice. She loved rainy days and sunny summers because both were perfect weather for carrying an umbrella.

He moved his umbrella over to her side and said, "Let's go.” Elaine was stunned for a moment before walking under the umbrella. The umbrella was mostly slanted over her side. It protected her from the rain but exposed his shoulders and arms as well.

So how will I ask for help, can I have less luck and more bad vibes around me? I try to get out by leaning on everything that comes my way. I look around for something that can help me walk without straining so much, but I don't succeed. I jump up and down while leaning on the wall, until I reach the door. In it, I find a container with umbrellas. Without thinking, I take the longest one, so that it can serve me as a support. I leave the house with the discomfort that the umbrella gives me. But it was that to be hopping on one foot to who knows where.

The pie-shaped sections of her umbrella alternated pink, purple and gray. “Nice day, huh?” she said, smiling. She looked up at the rain bouncing off and sluicing over the edges of the invisible barrier above Leesa and Rave’s heads. “That’s pretty cool, Leesa. If you can figure out a way to add some bright colors to that thing, you might have a winner.”

"She's willful and spoiled. Must you join her foolishness? Letting her continue kneeling in the snow, if other packs find out..." I couldn't hear Mrs. Shadowcrest's response, but the argument continued, growing more heated by the second. Suddenly, the snowflakes stopped falling on me. At first, I thought perhaps the storm had ended, but when I looked up, I saw a large black umbrella hovering above me. Holding it was none other than Florian Stormhowl, his golden eyes unreadable as he stared down at me. Without a word, without even a change in expression, he extended the umbrella handle toward me.

Time to take them out for a test run. With a running start, I leaped up into the air and began flapping my wings. Because of how big they were each flap produced a harsh gust of wing. I kept my eyes focused onto the sky, never looking down. As I rose further and further, I could feel the light drizzle turning into rain. The only way to fly and not get wet would be to fly above the storm clouds, so I kept going higher.

He would stand out against the sky, he knew, a black-winged form too big for a bird, and too small for anything else other than what he was – a winged man. From above, it began to rain, and he looked up in alarm, searching the sky for Ember’s bright wings. Would the rain douse the flames that kept her aloft? No. No, he realized, she was the source of the rain, the heat of her flight warming water molecules in the air and causing the cloudless shower.

Tanya, not wanting to be left out, clung to Stefan and whined, "I want an umbrella too!" Stefan was about to ask the attendant for another one when Tanya's eyes darted around. She suggested, "Ms. Weber is just sitting there bored while we play. Let her hold the umbrella. It'll make her feel included!" As Zara was fixing the straps on her gear, she glanced at Stefan. He hesitated for just a second before agreeing. Sarah was called over. She looked at the umbrella in her hands and then at Stefan. Her eyes were full of sadness.