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23rd February, Story #54/366

By L.C. SchäferPublished 3 months ago 3 min read
Photo by Konstantinos Feggoulis on Unsplash

The other day, I plucked another feather out of the back of my hand.

The first time I flew, I was five. My older brothers were supposed to walk with me when we all got off the school bus, but they ran ahead, like always. Laughing, punching each other.

Only a few feet off the ground that first time, and not for long. I brought my fists down by my sides, pushing downward. I can't describe to you my amazement when my feet left the ground. I pushed back with my palms, as if I were pushing off from the side of a swimming pool, and flew forward several paces. A hot wave of excitement rushed through my body. I stumbled a little when my feet touched back down, my face feeling like it might crack in two.

My brothers would've been in trouble if they'd walked in without me, so they waited at the end of the driveway.

"Did you run or something?"

I nodded, still beaming.

I practised every chance I got. It's a miracle no one caught me. My confidence grew. I went further and higher.

When I was eleven, my class had to do a cross-country run. I hated it! I wasn't fast, and was usually one of the last few kids to finish. This time, I trailed behind on purpose, and when there was no one else around, I flew around in a loop and landed in time to join the first cohort running the final stretch. I got a medal for finishing so quickly. I didn't even think about it being cheating. I'd practised as hard as anyone. I was special.

Feathers started appearing in my teens. The older I got, the more it happened every time I flew. Sometimes, I have to pretend I've lost my voice, because all that comes out is a cold shriek.

I fly less and less, but sometimes can't resist. My shoulder blades itch; I know there are more feathers sprouting that I can't reach. Maybe I can wait until I'm old, and then one day, I'll just take off into the sky.


Word count (excluding note): 366

Submitted on 23rd February at 21:37

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  • Rachel Deeming3 months ago

    I once had a dream where I could fly and it felt so real. Not sure that I'd want feathers though. I think probably more a Supergirl sort of vibe for me. Loved this, L.C.!

  • This reminded me of the Goosebumps book, How I Learned to Fly! I don't think that kid sprouted feathers though, lol. Loved your story!

  • Phil Flannery3 months ago


  • Well that's just ducky! (Not to mention for the birds.) I always loved when I fell asleep & remembered how to fly. I have written one that's been published here on Vocal about a dream I had (either recurring or so vivid it felt like it was) back in high school. The only addition is maram. The rest is pretty much as I dreamt it.

  • Lana V Lynx3 months ago

    This was a great, albeit vivid and chilling, read.

  • Caroline Craven3 months ago

    I used to wish I could fly to get out of cross country runs. Had to make do with hiding in the local pub. This is such a great tale LC. Like the flying - you made this seem effortless.

  • Frankie Martinelli3 months ago

    Just wonderful 😊

  • John Cox3 months ago

    I’m with Angie. I had the same experience in my dreams starting in my teens. This story brought those memories flooding back. Wonderful story - like a secret life!

  • Delightful! The way you describe your first flight is very similar to my dreams of flying… like sculling when treading water.🤩✅

  • Gerard DiLeo3 months ago

    Beautifully surreal. Nice. (Also saves on toilet paper, if ya know what I mean!)

  • Cathy holmes3 months ago

    This is so creative. I love you described the physical movements of his first flight. I sounds like it would work. Well done.

  • Kenny Penn3 months ago

    Loved this story L.C., maybe because I’ve always dreamed of flying. I keep telling myself one day I’ll get a pilot’s license


  • ROCK 3 months ago

    This reminds me of my seagull, Pecky! Watching him grow and learn to dive and eat was miraculous. This was very sweet to me, Love your commitment.

  • Hannah Moore3 months ago

    This is such a great stand alone little tale, I can imagine it in a multi authored collection.

  • The thought of flying seems so Peaceful - the plucking feathers part doesn't! Great work LC!

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