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Falling from Grace


photo courtesy of Brian Hefele


The air wrapped around him as he plummeted down the earth. He didn’t know how high his drop was but he did feel something as his physical body hit the damp soil: Pain. Surprise and horror dawned at him as he suddenly realized something: His wings — once blindingly white and perfectly angled and proudly beautiful — were gone.

The pain he felt when he hit the ground from high up that distance was nothing compared to how he felt upon seeing his wings nothing but shadow marks on the snowy, icy ground.

Note: This post was inspired by the Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin.


About Anna

Awed/delighted/floored with anything horror. Indulges in chocolates, blogging, writing, and reading. Attracted to the offbeat and the quirky / the odd and the strange / the weird and the eerie.



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