Wings Chapter One

November 24, 2009
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Chapter 1~
Blaire Hudson walked down a concrete path in New York City’s Central Park, huddling into her thick sweatshirt for warmth. An icy wind cut straight through the dense material and chilled her to the bone. The wind whipped her hair around her face, constantly forcing her to take her hands from the warmth of her pockets to clear it away from her eyes. She looked around her.

The moon was full and cast a silvery light on everything in sight. The trees were winter-bare, and the fall’s withered brittle leaves whispered across the ground. No snow had fallen yet, but it was bitterly cold. The sky was a cloudless black, full of little pinpricks of starlight. The grass was frosted and frail, looking paler than everything else.

Blaire kept her eyes on the wide path in front of her. She was the only one in the park that night. Her sneakers scuffed the sidewalk, and she walked alone, feeling like the only person in the world.

She kept walking, eyes half closed, staring at the sidewalk in front of her.

Suddenly, Blaire froze. What was that?

There it was again. Footsteps. Was someone following her? She whirled around…and saw nothing. Everything was quiet.

What was that? Blaire thought to herself. Why would someone be following me?

She took a deep breath of the cold city air, feeling the chill burn her throat, and started walking again, just the same as before. Except that she had an idea. Blaire walked another few feet, then abruptly stopped. She listened.

Blaire heard it again. That one odd footstep that was not her own. She tried this method a few more times, and each time she stopped, she heard the footfalls of that strange someone, the person who was following her.

She stopped one last time, and whirled around. She saw nothing. Nobody. Thinking she had been imagining it, she resumed her slow, aimless walk.

Blaire saw something that grabbed her attention from the sidewalk. A huge, ancient oak tree stood in the grass a short distance away. It was old and its trunk divided into four giant branches, leaving a large dip in the middle. Many times in the warmer seasons children would play at the old oak, sitting in the hollow or playing with the acorns that fell from it. Not knowing why, Blaire walked towards it. She knew the way to climb to the hollow like the back of her hand, which was strange, because she wasn’t good at climbing trees at all. She reached the hollow and sat down. The large branches offered some protection from the wind, but not much. She shifted around a bit.


Standing below her, leaning against the trunk of the tree, was a boy. He looked about fifteen. His hair was dark brown and hung in his eyes. His skin was pale. He had dark gray eyes, black jeans, and a black t-shirt on. He looked like he was prepared for a burglary.

Blaire jumped at the sound of his voice and looked down. She was startled to see him staring up at her as if he knew her.

“Who are you?” she asked, suspicious of this strange, black-clad person.

He smiled. “You know me, Blaire.”

The boy had a slight accent. It sounded European.

Blaire stared down at him. “No. I don’t.” she said. “What do you want?”

The kid laughed. He actually laughed! “If you think about it, you will find that you know that too.”

Blaire took a deep breath, and blew it out angrily. “No. I don’t know anything about you. Or what you want.” This kid was acting all cocky and arrogant to her, and she wasn’t going to put up with it.

The boy looked disappointed. “Alright. But if you really want to know why I came, it was to tell you this. Big things are starting to happen, Blaire, things you don’t know about.” His eyes glittered. “You’re going to find out soon enough though, and it’s going to change your life.”

Blaire stared down at him, a little apprehensive now, and still retaining her prickly demeanor. “Are you threatening me?”

“No, “ said the boy. “I’m giving you a warning. Be careful.”

Blaire rolled her eyes. This guy was obviously on something. “Whatever. Just go away.” She tried to climb off the tree, and slipped. She let out a yelp and felt the boys arms steady her. “No touching.” She said firmly. She caught a glimpse of something black and shiny on his back. A backpack? she thought. Good for keeping stolen goods.

Without thinking, she blurted, “What’s in that backpack on your back?”

The boy looked puzzled. “I’m not wearing a backpack.”

“Yeah, but just now, as I was getting up, it looked like it. You had something black and shiny on your back.” Blaire was unsure of this boy. He seemed very strange.

He thought for a minute, then his face lit up. “Oh! You mean these!” he turned completely around, and Blaire gasped and braced herself against the trunk of the giant oak. She couldn’t believe her eyes. The boy had wings. Standing right in front of her, was some kind of…of…what? What was he?

“Wha?” Blaire whispered uncomprehendingly. She was in shock. These things couldn’t happen in real life.

“Yep. These are what you call wings. They make you fly and stuff. You know, like a bird?” he turned around, and flapped the wings once; making some leaves skitter across the ground.

“But…How did it happen? People don’t fly. People don’t have wings!” Blaire squeaked. She dug her fingernails into the rough bark.

He gave her another one of those secretive grins.” You’ll find out. Soon enough.” The boy stretched out those impossible, beautiful wings. He started running towards open space, away from the extensive oak branches. Blaire realized he was leaving and took off after him.

“Wait!” she yelled after him. “Wait! Don’t go! I still don’t understand anything!”

He jumped. High. Higher than a normal person could ever hope to jump. He beat his wings powerfully, propelling him upwards and forwards. He heard her yelling and looked down at her.

“Don’t worry!” he called in his strange, accented voice. “You’ll find everything out soon enough!”

And then he was gone. The only proof that he had ever been there was a single glossy black feather spiraling slowly towards the earth.

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WednesdayWrites said...
Sept. 4, 2011 at 9:20 am
Nice work. I got caught up in the mood and mystery of this piece right from the beginning. I really liked your use of the seemingly disembodied footsteps before Blaire finally say the boy with wings. Blaire reacted realistically to the boy's warnings--good job on that. I want to know more!
Oranges_24 said...
Nov. 22, 2010 at 8:57 pm
This kinda reminds me of "Going Bovine" by Libba Bray and a little like "Hush Hush" by....uh idk but i really liked both of those books and i like this one too :D
Raven_Mi replied...
Feb. 18, 2011 at 2:26 pm

i totally lved 'hush, hush'

now that u mention it the do hav similarities but i think this 1 is a bit better. 

(it was written by becca fitzpatric)

elfen_girl said...
Oct. 26, 2010 at 8:03 am


that was amazing i totally loved it although the way she reacted to the guys wings was a bit chilled,

i mean if i saw a guy with real wings i totally freak, but other then that it was totally cool with an amazing storyline and plot.

tomtamtimmy This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 9, 2010 at 7:18 am
wow this is really good. keep writing.
V.T.Summers said...
Jun. 21, 2010 at 3:22 pm
really good but in the beginning you say "she" and "her" too much
CindyAguilar replied...
Aug. 4, 2010 at 2:19 am
I love this. This is a great story. This your first? Wow it's to good for that to be true. Write more soon.
readlikecrazy10 said...
Mar. 25, 2010 at 6:07 pm
Nicely done! as i posted before, it's alot like maximum ride, but only with the wings. very cool storyline, and very well-writen! :) i'm impressed!
Fireflie said...
Feb. 11, 2010 at 7:51 pm
Hey everyone! chapter two is up, its shorter though. And chapter three is on tis way out. Im just waiting for approval. thanks for evrything! =D
SharpestSatire said...
Feb. 9, 2010 at 11:12 am
hey, really cool! reminds me of Maximum Ride. good job! altho the punctuation could be fixed some...
readlikecrazy10 replied...
Mar. 25, 2010 at 6:05 pm
i was just about to say the same thing! :) i LOVED maximum ride.
Fireflie replied...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 10:13 pm
Yeah i noticed alot of people tell me that. I actually read the books to make sure i didnt copy anything without knowing. : D
SharpestSatire replied...
Apr. 2, 2010 at 10:37 am
well, it just reminded me of it, lol, didn't actually copy it! so good job... :D again.
Fireflie said...
Dec. 29, 2009 at 2:05 pm
Thak you everyone for commenting! i was super surprised at all the feedback! ill make sure to try and make it better with all your opinions weighing in. :D
im nervous about these next few chapters....they slow down a bit, just to warn you. give some background.. please keep up your great feed! im so happy you guys like it! and say anything that comes to mind! thank you so much!
~~ Fireflie
bluestar500 said...
Dec. 29, 2009 at 10:55 am
o_O wowowowowowowowow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This sorta reminds me of a manga I once read, +Anima, but so much better! I really reallllly hope you write more! It's amazing! Your ending left me completely breathless, waiting for more...a feeling I haven't had in a while, from the latest books that've been published. You definately have great potential!
christadelphian428 said...
Dec. 27, 2009 at 6:33 pm
This is great! Please continue!
littlewriter97 said...
Dec. 27, 2009 at 3:01 pm
I LOVED IT!!!!!! plzzz make it into a story!!!
fall_from_grace said...
Dec. 26, 2009 at 10:51 pm
I really enjoyed your descriptions in the beginning. The way you spoke of the grass and night made if feel dark and wonderful. I take issue, however, with what we see of your winged boy. He feels a bit cliched and underdeveloped, although this may be because the exert is so short. I hope you give him a bit more complexity as you continue. Please keep writing, you have a lot of talent.
Inkling said...
Dec. 23, 2009 at 4:40 pm
This was very good. A great first story. I agree with DEMON in that you should put more description in the story but find a balance. For example you said "Suddenly, Blaire froze." For a better sentence, you could have said "Blaire froze." or "Her head snapped up." Since that sentence is the transition between a normal evening walk a a major change in Blaire's life, it should be more attention grabbing by being short and to the point to contrast with the descrip... (more »)
DEMON said...
Dec. 23, 2009 at 4:13 pm
A dream inspired your writing? How odd. The imagination ought to sing of its fantastical ideas, yet I did like "Wings." I find that you ought to be more descriptive and in tune to feelings, but the dialogue and ideas were good. Rave or rant about realistic love in...
Wisps of smoke danced into the wintry air from my lips, creating ornate designs that could never be replicated. I carefully tilted the corners of my lips into a smile that I mea... (more »)
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