auction and insane house comp - don't stop me now
207 words, by gdocs
The first time Fred flew on a broom it was...
Exhilarating.
There were no words to describe it. There was a swooping feeling in his stomach that felt like it was staying on the floor while the rest of his body flew up, higher and higher, into the sky, but once he got past that it was incredible. His hair was waving behind him, flapping in the wind, and his skin felt like it was being hit with hundreds of little jets of wind at the same time — which, thinking about it was probably actually happening.
At first, he was a little bit nervous about being so high of the ground — his feet hand nothing to stand on in the air — but he quickly learned that he didn't need to focus on that. All he needed to focus on was the broomstick he was sitting on and the clear, blue sky.
It was so beautiful.
Just the sky and him and the feeling of being able to do anything.
There's was something about Fred's first time flying that he couldn't explain. Still, he'd never forget it. There was nothing like it.
It was so disappointing when his mother told him to come back down.