MaroonGoat
Winged Thoughts
Great wings rose from my shoulder blades. A strange morph, leaving these wings for last. I took an offhanded second to wonder if they could support my human weight, and let the idea visit for a few minutes like every other passing fancy a person has throughout their day, pondering the ethics of high-heeled shoes or the necessity of miniature staplers. Funny, how an everyday thought for me is whether or not a pair of giant hawk wings would let me fly. But that's how it is.
Needless to say, I flapped at the breeze that fluttered my feathery appendage. I wondered...It was stupid. It would take much more to get a person off the ground than a bird. Of course. But something stopped me from completing the transition. I beat the heavy wings, feeling a strength in my back that had never existed before.
Then I continued the morph, letting the wings melt into flesh. I can't control my morphs. I might never have wings like that again. Maybe I could have flown as a human. Probably not. But it's nice to have a winged thought land in your mind to keep you company now and then.
(THE END)
disclaimer- I don't own Animorphs...actually, I do have every single Animorphs book ever published, but that's a weird obsession I like to keep to myself...
A/N: What do you think? I personally really like the imagery it gave me as I wrote it, and I'd like to know if it had the same effect on you, the reader.
Winged Thoughts
Great wings rose from my shoulder blades. A strange morph, leaving these wings for last. I took an offhanded second to wonder if they could support my human weight, and let the idea visit for a few minutes like every other passing fancy a person has throughout their day, pondering the ethics of high-heeled shoes or the necessity of miniature staplers. Funny, how an everyday thought for me is whether or not a pair of giant hawk wings would let me fly. But that's how it is.
Needless to say, I flapped at the breeze that fluttered my feathery appendage. I wondered...It was stupid. It would take much more to get a person off the ground than a bird. Of course. But something stopped me from completing the transition. I beat the heavy wings, feeling a strength in my back that had never existed before.
Then I continued the morph, letting the wings melt into flesh. I can't control my morphs. I might never have wings like that again. Maybe I could have flown as a human. Probably not. But it's nice to have a winged thought land in your mind to keep you company now and then.
(THE END)
disclaimer- I don't own Animorphs...actually, I do have every single Animorphs book ever published, but that's a weird obsession I like to keep to myself...
A/N: What do you think? I personally really like the imagery it gave me as I wrote it, and I'd like to know if it had the same effect on you, the reader.