A Little Birdy Told Me

Coralyn · Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 1:03 am Post subject: A Little Birdy Told Me

A Little Birdy Told Me

I am fifteen. I have wings. I can fly.

Don’t put down this book. Don’t leave it shoved between Websters Dictionary and your Computers for Dummy’s book and forget all about it. Don’t go and check yourself into an insane asylum.

You’ll regret it.

This could change your life.

Only recently have I aquired the means in which to write this book. Only after I was lucky enough to find a copy of Max’s book in a box of toys to go to kids in an orphanage. Kids who were lucky enough to be allowed in an orphanage. It was only after I had read it, after I had felt my blood go cold and experianced that unpleasant shiver running down my spine that I had the courage to let out my story. And I’m still not sure about this. But I figure Max can use all the backup she can get. So here I go.

As far as I know, I was born in the School, raised in the School, and for the first thirteen years of my life I didn’t know there was a world outside of the School. The only thing I knew were the white walls, my small cage, and the revolting smell of bleach. And of course, the whitecoats.

That’s the way I was ‘raised’. Going from machine to machine, being poked and prodded with needles, and having samples of my blood taken every six hours. I knew the four walls of my dog cage to be my haven, rather than a prison. When I was in there there were no whitecoats in with me, I could lay down and sleep and dream in peace. Now that I’m out, it’s bittersweet feeling. Back in there, I knew nothing else. I hated it with a passion, I was always confused and scared. I didn’t even speak until I was nine. But I thought that the pain was a way of life, that the only things that existed were the small building, and the fenced in run outside. Literally fenced in. Like, three walls of frencing connected to a wall of the School, and a roof of fencing covered with aluminum overhead. I thought being treated like an animal was normal. But since I knew nothing else, I didn’t long to be as free as I would have.

Now that I’m out, I hate it even more. I know the freedom I can have, that I don’t have to live with that kind of pain. I know how to use my wings, and I know that that’s not how life is supposed to be. Now I could never go back. I have no haven, no home, no family, but just living without the pain of the School is enough to keep me moving, enough to keep me on my toes as I run for my life. If I had stayed there, I would never have known the freedom I could experiance. In a way I almost miss that partial bliss of not knowing there was another way, but then I glance down at the long scar on my left arm, and I realize that I am better off out, even with the permanant scars - both physical and emotion. I realize I am better off free.

So don’t stop reading this. It could be hazardous. It could be dangerous. It could be risky. It could be fatal.

That’s right. Not reading this could cost you your life. Or the life of a loved one.
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emilyrose · Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 3:43 pm Post subject:

Woah! Nice, Coralyn!
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Nice Job
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SilverHawk · Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 6:51 pm Post subject:

wow. cant say more than that. sheesh that was awesome. nice job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Angel4u09 · Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:15 pm Post subject:

WOW! I love it Coralyn! You did a very good job!
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caryn · Posted: Sat May 07, 2005 5:30 pm Post subject:

Wow!

Scary,cool, and life threating. Nice Job Laughing

DarkVixen · Posted: Sun May 08, 2005 3:47 am Post subject:

yes very nice ^^ I like how you've written in the same format as Max did - keep it up, I'm waiting for the next chapter :3

Dark_AngelFang0307 · Posted: Sun May 08, 2005 8:39 am Post subject:

yea, its really good!
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Coralyn · Posted: Mon May 09, 2005 1:00 am Post subject:

DarkVixen thank you so much for that comment! I was trying really really hard to use the same style, and it makes me so glad that someone noticed. I don't normally write like that, but I absolutely loved it when I read the book, and I figured it would be fun to see how well I could do. You've made my day.

The next chapter should be up soon, I'm so sorry for the delay. I had a blonde moment and began writing it on the computers at school, on Friday...so I've been sitting around this weekend banging my head on my moniter for being so stupid. I didn't have a floppy or anything with me...but I promise I will put mucho effort into it when I get access to it again! ^^
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Can you dance on the clouds?
Can you float in the air?
Can you defy the laws of gravity made for men?
Can you race a Falcon, nest with a Hawk, or fish with an Eagle?
Can you fly?

Would you like to switch lives?

jemofgod · Posted: Mon May 09, 2005 1:33 am Post subject:

very nice job. keep it up and you will have a really great story.
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Spitenkat · Posted: Mon May 09, 2005 1:40 pm Post subject:

I have quite a few blonde moments to so don't feel to bad.Good story.

YamiShiAngel · Posted: Mon May 09, 2005 2:40 pm Post subject:

I loved it! Please make more soon as you can! I'm waiting!

Coralyn · Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 10:35 pm Post subject:

Author’s note: Sorry it took me so terribly long to get this out guys! I’ve been so touched by JP’s story that I’m really trying to write this in a realistic way, or however realistic we can get with mutant teenagers! ^^ It’s hard for me to write in his style, but I’m trying hard so that’s why it’s taking so long. I did have the beginning written up in school, but I had to print it and retype it here because I had no time in class to work on it. And then when I was retyping it, I realize what crap it was and so I started this chapter all over again. Just in case you were wondering, those are my excuses! <3

Chapter One.

I am walking through the woods, so quietly, so carefully. All I know is I cannot be caught, cannot go back. Back there. I want to run, my heart is pounding in my chest and all my muscles are so tense, I just want to let go and fling myself through the thick brush. But I must restrain, I must keep undetected, unseen, unheard for as long as I can. My life depends on it. This is not a good feeling, trust me on this one. I can hear them, faintly, behind me and to my left. I am hoping to confuse them, zigzagging through, making a huge wide circle around where I started and then changing direction again, until I am sure I have lost them, am sure that I can let myself go. But it’s taking so long. It’s been an hour at least already. Why won’t they just give up? They’ve lost me! I’ve gone through too much, I’d rather die than go back!

Snap.

A twig, to my right, four feet away. Yeah, I have good hearing.

I spin around, reading to run backwards if needed, or fight if I must. I stare where the sound came from, and in a deep low voice, as soft as I possibly can, I demand for the anonymous being to come out. And then a small, shivering black haired boy steps out from the brush, and miraculously, the second before I attack I notice his wings, awkwardly half open and a deep gash spilling blood on one. And I know he is no threat.

I question why he is there, how he escaped, but he only stares back at me with dull blue eyes, and I realize he cannot speak, and can barely see. He is loosing too much blood, and he’s slowly fading from the world. My heart goes out to this small helpless creature, and I can’t help but grab his hand and drag him along. But my stealth is shot, they are coming closer, and there is nothing left to do but run. With all that bottled up energy.

The boy stumbles as we run, and weighs me down. He cannot be more than 6 years old, so young, so tormented. No one of his age should ever have to go through the things he’s experienced, see the things he’s seen. It breaks my heart to think about it, and that that urges me to go faster. I push, strain my limits and find that I can run faster then I think I can. And what is amazing me is that the boy is keeping up.

And then Erasers flash into sight, no more then ten paces behind us. No matter how fast I’m running I can’t escape them. A full grown human man? No problem. A full grown wolf man? Big, snarling, drooling problem.

We have to find a clearing. I dart to my left, thankful that the boy only stumbles once before he gets back into the rhythm of running. Nine paces behind. They’re gaining.

I can see the trees ending just ahead, and a small smirk is placed on my lips. I will make it out alive. This is my time.

Then I hear the guns. Loud pops going off. Seven paces behind. And then the boy trips, and falls, he leg hit by one of the bullets. I can’t leave him here! So I do the most natural, impulsive, and perhaps stupidest thing to do. I scoop him up, unfurl my wings, and then push down, hard. I rise in the air, but not as much as I want. I push again, pumping and pumping until I get a rhythm going. The Erasers curse down below. The aim they’re guns, and begin to fire off shots. I hear the wind as one barely misses my ear. And then a bullet grazes my arm, and a fire seems to light up where I was hit. But I must go on. I must continue. I will make it. I pull the boy closer to my body and set off towards the setting sun.

Not quite as happy as it sounds.

There is a red, sticky substance pooling into my hand. I can smell blood. I pull the boy away so I can look into his face. He is breathing shallowly, his eyes are loosing their spark. He was hit so close, if not directly in his heart. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and I can’t see where I’m going. But I need to get away, so I keep flying. His breaths are small gasps now, and I know I have to land. I’ve crossed a river and I’m halfway up a mountain when I find a small ledge big enough for the two of us. I land gently and set him down just as the first tear rolls down my cheek.

I was alone for my whole life in the lab. They wouldn’t let me interact with the others, I was surrounded by a white sheet hung from the ceiling and kept alone in my crate. I could always hear the others whispering, talking amongst themselves. I was an outcast not by choice, but by force. Someone made that decision for me. This was the only other experiment I had ever met. And now they had taken that from me. I’d only known him for a few minutes, but we had a connection already. We’d escaped together.

He finally escaped the School. Now he will be free forever.

I start away, sitting up in bed and breathing hard. I discover water on my face and realize I am crying. The sun is just beginning to rise to the east. And I thank God for the fact that I am free to see one more sunrise this morning.
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Can you dance on the clouds?
Can you float in the air?
Can you defy the laws of gravity made for men?
Can you race a Falcon, nest with a Hawk, or fish with an Eagle?
Can you fly?

Would you like to switch lives?

Coralyn · Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 10:57 pm Post subject:

Feh. To me that didn't seem to be as good as the first, but I was trying to cram a lot of information and emotion into a well written, well rounded chapter. That was difficult. I'm working on the second chapter now, hopefully it won't be so hard, and I won't have so much backround to have to cover. Eh. Tell me what you think. Helpful critiszm is welcome.
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Can you dance on the clouds?
Can you float in the air?
Can you defy the laws of gravity made for men?
Can you race a Falcon, nest with a Hawk, or fish with an Eagle?
Can you fly?

Would you like to switch lives?

RazorKeychain · Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:15 pm Post subject:

dang man...you're a natural at this. you have great style and its captivating..very much so actually. I really like it. write more soon babe Mr. Green

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