Enigma's Wings

"Did it ever occure to you that mankind knew how to fly beofore the Write Bros came along? We enigmas have known forever how to do it; why do you think we're always wearing these capes?! To hide our invisable wings, Silly! Wrapped in these tight bundles is a universe unknown... We have to keep it locked-up tight, or the unthinkable might happen................................................................Would you like to see?"

The figure raised its head so, for the first time, you can see their eyes... A chill ran down your spine as Mona Lisa stared back at you... With eyes shining like the moon and a soul behind them as deep the sea, you can hardly fathom what you think their thoughts might be. Can a person so strange----able to grab your heart with a look, to trap you like the hole you fell through when you looked into their eyes, still possibly be human?! 26 chromosomes, so you guess so...

Their face was set in a deep dark hood. Their skin was pail as sunchine itself, you figured, from the lack of it. What was it, you wondered, that tied this creature so closely to the night sky? ...And why you where being such a poop falling for it!


"Look, I don't know who you are, or where you come from, but I'm outta here."

You got up. But, before you could leave, an image of the figure placed itself in front of you; your mind wouldn't let you go. It projected the image inside your very conciousness. You closed your eyes and shook your head, but the hologram only brightened. Your own soul seemed to tug at your shirtsleeve, trying to stay. You turned a last glance at the figure, who was now picking at something in their nails, and darn-near died of shock to see the floor and table suddenly littered with ghost-like feathers... It was as if some gient, pure-white phantom turkey had instantly been plucked behind your back.

The figure revealed their eyes once more and winked at you. And in your state of shock, you ran from the diner and for your life.


There are more twists and turns to the mind than reality can handel. And sometimes, when you get enough, reality wont even handel its self right. The ground may open up and swollow you, and you will walk the earth within its depths, like a window or a porthole for others to glimps in horror what has become of you.. And you knowing least of all where your destiny lies, 'cept that it lies there, in the deep dark depths of strangeness and obscurity.


...So what's your story?

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AN: A simple idea, that enigmas have wings, and yet, I think it came out really quite good! =D
For once I didn't get cought up in descriptions 'n the like. Not very much to it, but it makes you think! (yes I am ecstatic right now) ^_______^

Well, you know what I think, but what do you think?


New technique uncovered! Just come up w/ a simple, interesting-sounding phrase and write about it! But whatever you do, DON'T TRY TO PLAN ANYTHING!!!!!!! >o