My Second-Hand Wings
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For Prompt ”Fly”
Sweet Story With A Dark Undertone About A Child’s Search For Their Wings.

My Second-Hand Wings

My sister had gotten her wings.

My sister had gotten her wings. I was jealous as I had yet to receive mines.

My sister had gotten her wings. I was jealous as I had yet to receive mines. She flaunted them every hour of every day.

My sister had gotten her wings. I was jealous as I had yet to receive mines. She flaunted them every hour of every day. I grew annoyed and decided that I must do whatever it takes to acquire them.

I tried everything under the sun.

I began helping strangers in various ways.

I began helping strangers in various ways. I started offering assistance to my mother.

I began helping strangers in various ways. I started offering assistance to my mother. I even began suppressing my anger towards my sister's successes.

However, still no wings.

I began thinking that maybe I had been cursed.

I began thinking that maybe I had been cursed. That I wasn't destined to have wings.

One morning, I arose.

One morning, I arose. The sun was shining brilliantly.

One morning, I arose. The sun was shining brilliantly. I felt a new weight on my rear.

It was wings!

It was wings! I had finally grown my wings!

It was wings! I had finally grown my wings! They were pearly white and delicate.

It was wings! I had finally grown my wings! They were pearly white and delicate. I got up and immediately ran towards my sister's domain to show her what I had just accomplished.

As I entered the area, I saw that she was faced down.

As I entered the area, I saw that she was faced down. I shook excitedly to wake her of her slumber.

As I entered the area, I saw that she was faced down. I shook excitedly to wake her of her slumber. She had not arisen.

I was packed with so much enthusiasm that I neglected what was right in front of me.

I was packed with so much enthusiasm that I neglected what was right in front of me. She had no wings.

I was packed with so much enthusiasm that I neglected what was right in front of me. She had no wings. Gash marks, blisters, and bright blood inhabited her rear.

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