Imagine A World In Flight
I’ll always remember when the world was normal. In my normal world, I'd always wanted to fly. I just loved the idea of flight. I loved Superman because he could fly, as well as Wonder Woman, Green Lantern(animated) and Thor. Strangely I had forgotten to wish to control the ability to fly. But it was only a dream so I didn’t need to wish for everything to go right…
As my head hits my pillow I fall into a deep, deep slumber. When I woke up I was suddenly jolting with joy - it was Saturday. I checked the NEWS and saw the regular weather and sports but I saw something not so regular. It read, “Something odd is happening in Asia and we’re all stuck here wondering what’s going on.” I immediately thought it was a virus or a secret war, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me enjoying my thrilling weekend. I went to the beach just as planned but what happened next that day still shakes me…
I laid down on my towel and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes to some kid in his teens leaning over me and tapping my shoulder, “Hey get up, everyone’s leaving!” I jokingly replied, “Oh yeah? Might as well leave because of the seaweed.” I chuckled it off, unfazed and closed my eyes again. I was again awoken - this time to the sound of screaming. I saw the water rapidly rising. Quickly I got up and started sprinting, I warned everyone I saw, “GET OUT. RUN!” But it was too late. For me and for everyone else the air grabbed people tight. People’s dogs, parents and children were all rising into the sky. Floating up slowly, defensively and unluckily. The only thing stopping them from going up to Space were the clouds (luckily they’re a few hundred thousand kilos).
I was one of the lucky ones to get a large cloud to share. Others? I don’t know what happened to those poor souls. I prayed and wished for seven whole years that the world would go back to normal, and you know what? Nothing! Not a single change. Instead I survived by eating the animals that would occasionally float past and by drinking, I would drink from the clouds and the water from the river and the oceans. I hated this new world.
No matter how many times I prayed and begged, nothing ever changed. We lived like this and we just had to get used to it. As you can easily guess, I preferred the old world rather than this new one. My old world was green, majestical and relaxing, where in this new world everything is dull and blood chilling. I bet you 100 dollars that the world will never change.
Now I am stuck here wondering if I hadn’t wished for the ability to fly would the world be normal? Was this disaster all my fault? If only I could go back.
Be careful what you wish for.
Story Teller: Braydon R