A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!
She sat there with broken wings, the waves from the rippling water below crashing into the rockbed below.
The beautiful seraph had begun to weep. Not entirely from her painful descent, but from the powerful storm she struggled to stay afloat from.
In the past it was easier, dealing with the elements of pain and strife she learned to bear. So long as she lived in the house of her father, she would bear wrath in whatever form it came.
But so much time has passed, and the toll takes on more than she can bear. She thought…she knew, that there had been a way out, a way for her to take flight, to make the world’s splendor’s her own…
She asks herself in despair why the world takes out so much from its angels. Why, with all the beauty and glory the world has to offer, is there so much wrath, pain and hatred that seeks to harm us?
It takes time to mend, even for those most resilient. But soon, the seraph finds strength back in it’s wings. She wipes away the last of her tears - she needs them no more - and soon, she takes flight once more.
She flies knowing that she cannot completely fly away from her past or the world she once knew. Another storm will appear upon the horizon someday soon and brush her back against the mountains.
But within her a fire burns, a passion to find the light and hope that she seeks. And with the power within her, and her resolve of body, mind and soul, she pushes her wings to their limit, and continues to soar.