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Eh just something I wrote
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Zia
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« on: September 12, 2008, 05:18:06 PM »

I chilled wind gently blew across the deserted streets. I had these streets to myself now. I unfurled my 13 foot dragon wings. The wind had died down, but I could feel it building up again. I jumped into the air only a few seconds before a gust of wind reached me. I soared upward. I stopped well above the tallest building.
After looking around a bit I closed my eyes and pressed my wings against my back. I felt the air whiz by me as I started free falling. I felt my long hair being pulled back. The feeling was exhilarating. My eyes flew open and found myself ready to hit the ground,. I spread out my wings and jolted upward. I practiced my flying techniques. I made figure eights, did flips, and made tight corners.
When my wings started tiring out, I gently landed onto the top a nearby building. I took a deep breath. No signs of life. I had finished early and gotten some free time. However no one to share it with. As it had been since I had been created, alone. The people I helped forgot about me as soon as I had finished helping the way I needed to and the chances of me finding one of my kind was zero.
No friends. No family. No one to talk with, no one to relate to, no one. At all. My kind was created for solitude. But I can’t take this much solitude. Everyday I wish this was a nightmare I could escape. Everyday life shows me this is real. Before my life had become this way, I remember how shy I was, not talking with my own kind. Everyday I regret that decision.
The creator of this ‘helpful project’ was hoping to benefit mankind. But he forgot one detail. There was nothing for us. No credit, no thank yous, not even someone to call friend. He had forgotten he had created us with emotions. I raised my fist to the sky.
“I’m gonna make you regret this!” I yelled. “I’ll find a way. Just you watch.”

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