I have been a writer since forever. I love anything a normal nerd loves,( Buffy, D&D, ect.) and I hate Justin Beiber.
I press down on the speed peddle and speak into the small microphone attached to my bright red flying helmet. "I'm gaining on them." I say. I feel exhilarated.
I have never seen a moonbeam as it crosses the sea, or watched as a falcon flew down to me. I have never changed a dream because I wanted too, at least, not till I met you..
Kima is flying. Not actually of corse, it just feels like it. She is actually just running, her bare feet pounding the earth, her long light brown hair streaming behind her.