Fluffy Wings の小説・ストーリー

But then I crashed into something solid and the air left my lungs. Confused and still feeling like I was flying, I kept my eyes closed while my hands pressed against whatever it was that I was now lying on. When I could breathe normally again I opened my eyes and looked around, realizing that I was indeed still flying, but not towards the ground. I was floating evenly across the sky, with my dress and hair dancing past me. I blinked away the dryness of the air hitting me and looked down, taking note of the deep black, scaly thing I was on.

Then her eyes landed on the familiar ingredients laid out. “Buffalo wings,” Ortensia said, her eyes widening. “I haven’t had those in years, Mom.” She turned and began washing the peppers, then put them into the blender, pressing the button and listening to the hum of the machine as it blended the spicy mixture. Her mother patted the wings dry with a clean towel, removing all the moisture. “Dry wings make the skin crispy,” she said with a soft smile. Ortensia nodded, still a bit distracted, but grateful for the moment. She handed over the small bowl of freshly blended pepper and salt.

He twists head the way an adult dog would do when attacking. “Ladies and gentlemen, fluffy has his opponent – the pillow – down but can he keep him down? Oh, he twists to the right and he twists to the left. There’s definitely no hope for poor Mr Pillow. Fluffy goes for the countdown – 1, 2, 3. That’s it people, meet the new champion of the world….FLUFFFFFFFFFY!” I pretend to be a wrestling commentator.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

Almost immediately, he ducks as his height nearly collides with one of the lamps. Damn, Trevor Willis is sexy surrounded by garish colorful lights. That’s not something just any man could pull off. As I get closer, his stare fills me with something new. The butterfly wings in my tummy come to flight. It’s as if he’s lost sight of the rest of the world. It’s as if his entire being is standing and seeing only me. I hope I’m right because at that moment I feel the same way. The bright decorations could fall and the chandeliers could crash to the floor, and it wouldn’t matter because we’re seeing one another.

* Even her mindlink voice was tiny and sweet, filling me with a sense of wonder. *Oh ok, let's go get coffee and breakfast,* I said, feeling famished, and she flew to my shoulder, holding onto my hair with her tiny hands, tucking her wings down behind her. She was like a Fairy Firefly, her tiny body, only three inches tall, she glowed bright blue, with eyes the same color as her wings, gold, like those of a dragonfly. When she fluttered, golden sparkles like glitter came from her body, making everyone around her feel happy and uplifted, with a hint of delight.

“ Katie Rose squeals, heading straight for the wings on her left. Arabella giggles, spinning to show off the wings they somehow managed to put on each other while I struggled with the right color strings and balloons. “Aren’t they pretty, mommy Nova?” “Yes, they do. Just like the ones you have at home.” ”Mommy, those are butterfly wings.“ Katie Rose slaps her head. ”And these are fairy wings.“ Arabella adds, both of them staring at me like my not knowing the difference between these pair of wings they have on are any different from the multiple ones they have in their closets. ”You're not still not getting them, you have more than thirty-“ ” Forty-one, each.“ Arabella corrects me.

Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background. As the butterfly rested on Aurora's finger, she could see that its wings were thin and almost translucent, allowing the sunlight to filter through and create a soft, warm glow around the insect. The butterfly's body was small and slender, with black antenna protruding from its head, twitching slightly as it sensed its surroundings. The butterfly's wings were slightly tattered, suggesting that it had lived a full life and had flown great distances to reach her. Despite this, the butterfly looked healthy and content, its wings beating gently as it adjusted its pos

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin, and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. They seem to absorb what little light there is, and nothing shines off of them like their darkness overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.