Outcasts

I looked back one last time before I dived. The air rushed past me as I fell until suddenly I crashed into the waves below. I surfaced to whoops from above as my flock came down after me. Who has a flock you ask? Those people with wings growing from their backs.

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Blood Red Moon

Blood red moon,
Battle’s coming soon.
Suspended in the sky,
Product of a lie.
Death by noon.


The precursor to a coming fiction post