Story Telling Time: Dreaming

The beach was full of noises. Children screaming and playing, couples walking along the sun-kissed sand, joggers dotting the grassy pathways. Such a perfectly normal day. A perfectly normal beach near an urban city.

The lady was stepping tentatively towards the sea, her bare feet leaving neat little footprints in the wet sand. Though middle-aged, she just learnt how to swim, and wanted to try swimming with her friends in the sea. This is her first time outside the swimming pool. The water seemed so brooding and dark to her. Something about it seemed to called out to her to stop. She stopped for a while, hesitating. But she bit her lips in determination and continued the walk.

Her footsteps unsure, she was knee-deep when she stepped on a sharp small rock. Its edge pierced her sole, and the salty water entered the opening. The lady arched her back and bit back her scream. All seemed normal for a while.

But if the people around her had continued to look, something seemed to be moving under her skin at her back. Writhing and growing. Veins popped out of her milky skin, twisting and forming itselves around the bones that were growing out of her back. The lady was now screaming a silent yet agonising scream, her hands were clawing at her arms at the sheer pain. Blood was running down from where she punctuated her right arm's skin, forming weird tattoos that can't be washed off. The bones had shaped into wings, and the muscles were now growing over them while black velvety feathers sprouted and cover the entire growth. Her hair showed the strain of the sudden growth the most. They slowly lose their dark color from the roots, combing its whiteness over the length to the tips.

But her sorrow was most apparent when she realised what happened to her. Beautiful as this creature is now, its black wings and tattoos marked it a creature that will be shunned by humanity. For with humanity's weak eyes, they will not see the truth for who she is, and see her as a creature brooding evil because of her outlook.

And the onlooker can only stand under the canopy of palm trees, and weep for this beautiful creature, whose sorrow can be felt by all who looked at her. For the onlooker can see her for who she really is. An angel, a being whose soul is cleansed and pure. And the black-winged angel, like a new born infant, struggling to cope with its changes, weeping with overwhelming sadness, laid down on the seabed, clutching the small sharp stone, and closed her tearing eyes.

Waves splashed over the warm sands, clearing away any footprints left behind, washing away markings, leaving only memories. And children ran over the smooth sands, creating another set of footprints that will be cleared as well, leaving only the laughter of the children behind.

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I got to lay off those chocolates, man. All these was a vision I had after I ate chocolates and was stoning on a bus ride home (30 mins journey). Its a good vision that is inspiring to me. I will draw an image for it soon. But its 2am in the morning. I need sleep.