Soar: A Narrative Fiction

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Crawling, I try and find the warmth and heart beat of mama; she hasn’t returned home from her journey. My feathers are near frozen and and my stomach growls and lurches. I panic at the chill that washes over my body. The fluff and mama’s feathers are on the brink of extinction. Frost bitten and hungry, I stumble to the oval opening in the hollow. A fresh blanket of snow is layered over the great forest. Did mama get redirected in the snow? I wonder. I creep closer towards the rough unknown terrain ahead. Just as I step to the edge of the hollow, a mourning cry captures my attention. A lone wolf in the distance cries desperately out to his brothers and sisters. His howl is high pitched and strong. He is a lost teenager searching for a juvenile mate. Crashed with surprise I tilt forward, tipping even closer to the outside world. I attempt to balance on the sliver of the hollow’s cliff. As strong as my mind is compared to the actual strength of my petty body, I flap my wings as hard as I can. I’ve created a full power that has never been reached before in my entire being. I soar backwards into the rough inside of the hollow. Dazed with pure adrenaline, I lay there flat on my back. A stabbing pain slices deep into my vertebrae. Will I be strong enough to find mama? Again I endeavor the loneliness without my guardian and life giver. I gaze at the sky to discover the moon appearing out into the blackness bursting open the forest’s silence. My set of mind changes. Scuttles on the ground can be perceived from the highest pine in the forest. Rodents. The creatures devour any foul, scrap of food they can gain hold of. Mama told me that the food they eat is like their personality, rough and appalling to any animal with a sense of... ... middle of paper ... ...my miserable time in this horrid place where they put animals in cages. And this is when I saw the most beautiful Robin I have ever seen in my existence. She had eyes that seemed to be sparkling in the small light provided by the miniature sun. Red chest with brown feathers that just made her unmistakable features . It was her, mama, shooting lovely vibes into the atmosphere to calm my soul. The soft hands that had once saved me from a terrible ending, layed me down next to her. I scanned the hard material, similar to mine, wrapped around her right leg. She struggled to walk to me, but I, however, just ran as fast as my tiny little legs could with stand. Those red feathers welcomed me home, wrapping me in the a cuddled warmth I have missed for what felt like forever. Now that I am here with mama together once more, I realized. That it is essential to be with mama.

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