Seconds turn into a minute. As his eyes slit, and his new reality begins to hit him like a train. He sees his driveway below him, but his feet don’t touch it. They are far above it in the air. His window is a few feet behind him. Nothing supports him, yet he still stands up in the air. His body feels as if it weighs nothing at all.
“Okay, what do I do now?” he asks himself while he floats motionless. He thinks back to how he’s seen it in superhero movies. He tries throwing his arms in the air which just makes him look dumb. He then tries to lean forward. That makes him just spin like a wheel.
“How are you supposed to do this?” he asks while dizzy and frustrated.
“Make your own momentum,” a voice says. Eve’s body jolts as he looks to find where it came from. Once again, no one is in sight. His body tenses up as he tries to ignore what just happened. He begins to rationalize it by playing it off as a memory. He remembers someone in a superhero show saying that you created your own momentum when flying. You just have to press off of it.
Eve puts his legs in a squatting position and throws his arms into the air. Then, he throws his arms and legs down. He feels his body get thrown far up into the air. Nothing can stop him. He flies further and further into the sky. He turns his body like you would turn a skateboard to switch directions. He soars through the clouds. His eyes begin to tear up as he’s never seen this kind of view before.
He struggles to turn but begins to get the hang of it. He is the only person in the world right now who can feel this feeling of exhilaration and excitement. He points himself upwards with his arms wide open. He then closes his eyes and stops thinking while trying to end all the momentum he has so he can fall and land.
Wind flies past his face as it pulls his hair upwards. His stomach rises to his chest as he falls closer to the ground. He tightens his face as he tries to focus on his flight. He tries to slow his descent down. The more he focuses the less he realizes how close the ground is to him. The less he realizes he’s not slowing down.
When he opens his eyes, he can see how close the ground is to him. He freaks out and kicks his feet. This launches him forward. He tries to slow down, but nothing is working. He is close enoguh to fly through the streets. Windows break as he breaks the speed of sound.
“Oh, Shit,” he says as he sees a building in front of him. It’s a small mom and pop shop that he uses to go to with his mom all the time. They used to have some of the best retro games there. The two owners were so sweet to him. They’re a nice old couple just trying to find something to do during retirement.
This building used to mean so much to him. Now it is a pile of rubble along with the long line of buildings that goes for a few blocks. Eve lays at the end of this trail of destruction. His eyes are wide open as he can’t believe what he has just done. Who knows how many people died in that. He now has blood on his hands all because he got a little too curious.
I love the juxtaposition of the wonder Eve gets from flying, to the guilt he gets as he sees the damage his loss of control has caused. Really good job.
Oh my goodness?? I didn’t expect it to end like that, but this is really good!! I love the happy details of him flying and then losing that happiness when he destroys something.
I love the detail you put into this! I enjoyed how you mentioned the history of the store that he destroyed, it makes it more realistic. I also really liked the third-person narrator describing how Eve was trying to fly in the beginning, it adds a comedic effect that really fits your writing style. This is amazing!