Flight is a miraculous thing. The sun warms your back, and you can feel the wisps of clouds through your fingers. The landscape below is a simple wash of color, devoid of any distinctive features. There is only the lush green of land, and the calm blue of water. If you fly closer, you can feel the sea breeze kiss your cheek. The smell of saltwater will fill your lungs, and you can soar. In the sky, there is only beauty and freedom.

I still remember the day I saw her. I felt my heart beating furiously in my chest, and I realized that beauty also exists on the ground. I fell in love. I don’t think anything could have prevented it. In her face, I saw the same beauty I had seen in the air. But our love? Our love for each other carried with it a freedom I had never experienced.

I rushed to tell my father. I wanted to share with him the excitement, the joy, and the freedom of the love I had discovered. I was shocked by his response. He was furious. I had never seen him so angry. He threatened me, his own son, and told me I was never to see her again. I refused. How could I possibly forget her? I saw no reason to give up a person who only enriched my life. My father shook his head and looked at me; eyes filled with disgust and disappointment. He told me he was ashamed to be my father and cast me out.

They held me down by my wrists and my ankles. I saw the knife flash in the corner of my eye. It glinted in the sunlight. It was beautiful in its own way. One slice and then two. I felt nothing. Feathers pooled around me, and tears welled up in my eyes.

My wings are gone. It’s like they’ve taken my soul.

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Eric Radcliffe
Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
1 year ago

Hello Morgan, and welcome to the Voice club. Your story tells the sad tale of not being allowed to taste the joy found in first love. To have one’s wings clipped or even more drastic, to have them cut off, that makes me shudder. But to love is a gift, and I hope that soon the wings will grow back once more, for love can only give hope! Graphically written Morgan. Let’s hope in your next story Morgan, we find the joy of loving once again!

Last edited 1 year ago by Eric Radcliffe
Daisy Blacklock
Daisy Blacklock(@daisy-blacklock)
1 year ago

The final sentences have such a powerful effect. I love how you wrote ‘in the sky, there is only beauty and freedom.’ It makes possibilities seem endless.

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Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
1 year ago

Welcome to voice.club, Morgan. You make a great description of the sensation of flying, the view and the feeling of it. Also the feeling of love and the anger of the father are very well pictured. I wonder what caused the father’s fury. Was the girl “only” an ordinary, human girl? Or did the father have another girl in mind for him?

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Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
Reply to  Morgan Wong
1 year ago

Well, it’s not easy to speculate, since we don’t get to know the father. Even the son didn’t expect his father to react the way he did, since he “was shocked by his response.” We can only speculate about the reason for his anger.
Obviously, the father had other plans for his son. Cutting his wings supposedly is meant to stop him permanently from repeating his mistake of choosing his own destiny and happiness.

Brigitta Hegyi
Brigitta Hegyi(@brigitta-hegyi)
1 year ago

I love the description in the first paragraph. It makes me sad to see his father’s choice. Great story!

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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 year ago

You picture the story very well, Morgan. I feel sad that your protagonist did not taste and experience the beauty in first love. But maybe the father has the valid reason why he didn’t allow your protagonist to experience it – we never know – but for me, parents know best. Great story.

Anyway, welcome to Voice club, Morgan. Hope to read more from you here.

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
Reply to  Morgan Wong
1 year ago

You’re welcome, Morgan. Yes, I will read your future works.

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Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
1 year ago

Hello Morgan and welcome. I’m not sure if I’m interpreting your story the same as everyone else, but I’m seeing the tale of a fallen angel, who had disappointed his father, God, and thus had his wings cut away before being cast from Heaven, all for the sin of loving a mortal woman. It is a heart-rending story regardless, to be made to chose can be so difficult, more so when you are really being given no choice at all. Well done.

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