“Have you ever thought about killing yourself?” Barry hung his head over the railing so that his shaggy, blond hair fell over his face.
Carla spread her arms, twirled in a circle. “We have waterfalls in front of us.” She pointed to the thin ribbon of foam cascading down the side of the mountain. “Waterfalls below us.” She dropped to her knees, lay flat on her stomach, pressed her ears onto the wood planks to listen to the thundering rush of falling water below. “If anyone’s thinking of jumping, it’s because they hope to fly over and see more of this beautiful paradise.”
“I prefer the ugliness of life. Broken bodies, brains splattered all over rocks.”
“I never took you for suicidal.” Carla leaned backwards over the railing to become level with his eyes.
“I’m not.” He shoved his palm into her chest, her feet kicking the air as she disappeared under the bridge.
He listened for a splash, the cracking of bones. He only felt a gust of wind as thick wings flapped overhead.
word count: 175
—Nortina
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Really good story. Enjoyed this immensely. It’s one of those points in a story that make you want to pump your fist as the good triumphs.
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I couldn’t agree more!
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very well written, there are so many ways to interpret the story! My favorite kind of tale!
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Thank you!
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I hope that whatever she’s turned into she manages to pay him back for pushing her over! Good story with a great twist. 🙂
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Thanks! And I have this image of eagle claws clamping on his shoulder and tossing him into the waterfall! 😀
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Ruh roh, after she flies back up here, someone’s gonna be pissed off.
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He’d better duck and cover! Then again, she does have a bird’s eye view, so there’s no place he could hide that she wouldn’t find him. 😉
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Great story
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She became a bird, perhaps a Phoenix, then she will rise again.
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Haha, I’m glad I read the other comments. That last sentence is the clincher. Wonderful story! I’m glad she had the last laugh too!
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He was so sure he’d won, wasn’t he? ;)Thanks reading!
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So was I! *bonk*
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Oh boy … not a very nice person is he?
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Not at all! But she had the last word… or should I say flap?
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Great story! She had it her way!
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I found this chilling Nortina, the build up was so very powerful. Very well done.
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Thank you!
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Oh my, a very good story! I think she metamorphosed into a bird or grew wings.
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I like the idea that she metamorphosed maybe into a giant, menacing bird!
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So good! I’m sure she was turned into an angel, free flying in beautiful sky:)
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she died on her own term. love it
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Reading it again I see that she got what she wanted and he didn’t! LOL
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Haha! Exactly! 😀
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Wow Nortina! She turned into a bird or an angel! I’m so glad. What a rotten thing for him to do but then, she overcame it! Loved the twist at the end!
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