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This is about a 15 year old that starts having dreams of turning into animals, and then suddenly finds himself a wedge-tailed eagle after going to bed. A slow burn more of a slice of life story.
This is a story I'm writing, will be releasing twice a week, Wednesday and Saturday. I would love to hear any thoughts about the story, do you like it, is it good, is it bad or anything.
My story on royal road is 10 chapters ahead, so if you want to read more check it out there.
link: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/140572/sky-within-shadow-without
Shiners agrees, and I go back to meditating, or I should say napping, as I still need a bit more sleep. I am awoken to the sound of Charlie below, grumbling as I hear him saying, “Okay, wise guy, let’s get to the shed. I have something to complain about.” Ouch, he is definitely angry. At least he is in the right frame of mind to realize it is not safe to talk here, as I nod. Apparently, the male had gotten bored of me ignoring him and flown off, as he is nowhere in sight.
I really hope the shed will work. It would be nice to be near my family and have a safe place to nest… wait, no, roost, where I can sleep and not worry about those evil banshee owls. The fort is nice, but it is still a fort, with no windows or door, just holes, and it does not handle the weather well.
As we head to the shed, I look down toward Shiners. <So are you going to join me in the shed? It won’t be crowded in the house,, and maybe we can figure out a way for us to come and go, and it will be warmer than the fort,> I say. Please, please join me, I hope.
Shiners looks up at me flying overhead as I swear I see him smirk. <Well, I can’t guarantee anything, but I will give it a shot. Better than the house, at least. Maybe they will let me figure out a way to make it cozier. I’m sure I can get over my hangups.>
Well, that’s good, I think, as I look toward my house in the distance as we near it. <I’m sure it will be fine. It’s close enough to see the house but far enough away that no one but my parents will go there.>
I see Charlie waving to us once we’re close to the house, pointing to the shed as he heads to the front door. I guess we’re going to meet at the shed, I think as I bank toward it. Flying is definitely getting easier, and it just feels so great. I still haven’t gotten used to seeing the world from above. It’s beautiful but confusing. <Whelp, let’s see how my new home will be for a while.>
Shiners laughs as we land in a tree. <Well, it’s not too small. Let’s just hope nothing dangerous is in there, though I suppose if it has mice or rats, we get snacks,> he says. I just shake my head at that, wondering if I really want to eat a rat, they always seemed so dirty.
I’m tapping my foot in excitement and nervousness by the time my parents finally make their way down the yard through the small group of trees to where we were, as I give out a skree, happy to see them. My mom makes a small jump as I call out, and she shakes her head as she motions for us to fly down, saying, “We got the shed all set up for you.”
With a last quick look around, nope, no one there as best as I can tell, I drop out of the tree to land a few feet from them, giving a small dip of my head, so glad to see them close up. Come on, run up to them, give them a hug, goes through my head, but I don’t think that might come off well, so I decide against it despite wanting to.
<Come on! Open door!!> goes through my head as I bounce from foot to foot, really wanting to see what’s inside. Probably boring, but hoping it’s going to be comfortable and cool. Heck, would this count as having my own home? The thought excites me. Maybe I can make a nes… no, not thinking about that.
My heart skips a beat as my mom gives a small, weak smile. “Well, I guess you’re really my little boy now,” she says as she moves to the shed door. “I wasn’t sure what all you would need, so we made sure to try to make it as comfortable as possible for you.” I hold my breath as she opens the door.
I feel a bit of warmth as they had put in a small heater on a shelf above everything else. Below was an awkwardly nailed perch. Oh boy, I’m not sure if that’s safe, but I do appreciate it. There was straw on the floor that immediately gets my attention as I look it over, it might make a comfortable bed out of it. I look around, finding a few of my old things, a book I liked propped in a corner, my old blanket from my bed. It felt almost like home, like I had finally been accepted.
The best part was the smell, like an old barn in summer, that pleasant, heavy smell. I was surprised not to smell anything that normally was in there, my parents must have really aired it out, which I was glad for. I was about to say something when my mom smiled. “And we made something special for you. I wanted to keep you here, but your dad pointed out that you’re a bird now and you need your fresh air and flying, so we made you a birdie door,” she says, motioning over to the corner where one of the shelves met the wall and pushing a little doggie door like plank of wood.
I just stare at it. Wow, it was… perfect, just the kind of room I needed. The feeling of having my own nes… gahhh, stop doing that, I chastise my instincts. My own home. It wasn’t my room, but it felt like it. I look back at them as they watch me nervously, as if afraid I would be angry and fly off again. Instead, I just let myself give in to my feelings and run over, hugging them as best as an eagle can with its wings, in other words, off balance and awkwardly.
I hear the crunching of snow as Charlie finally catches up. “Mike, your sister really knows how to talk your ear off,” he says, stopping as he stares at the shed, and I can see there is some jealousy in his eyes. He immediately says, “So, uh… Mike, you think you could try biting me and see if I’ll turn into an eagle and have my own home?” he asks. The most confusing thing is I’m not sure how much is a joke.t
I shake my head at this, giving a small chirp. <I highly doubt that would work. You’re probably more likely to get some kind of infection, eagle disease, from eating too many, um… rabbits.> I was NOT! going to mention the other food I ate, especially not to my parents, who were probably still happy about the mouse. But bringing roadkill, that would be a bit far for them, heck, even me!
Okay, that was cute. I could just see the hint of a small pout on Charlie’s lips as I looked up to my mom and dad finally stepping back. <Thank you for accepting all of this. I’m still me in here, even if I have weird instincts and a few more feathers than before. I will find a way to return human, no matter how long it takes. Till then, I will try not to molt or shed everywhere.>
Shiners adds, “Mike has become my friend, and I will try my best to keep him from getting into trouble. Though he seems to be pretty good at it.” Which brings a chuckle from Charlie, and I only groan at that. I didn’t get into trouble, trouble got into me.
My dad smiles, and I fight the urge to back up nervously as he reaches down to gently scratch my head. No, it’s a good thing, he’s not going to hurt us. He says, “Good, you two better take care of him. We’ll do what we can, but it won’t be easy. But now we have something to talk about. How do we handle all of this? Charlie said something about you maybe being able to turn into a wolf?”
This is a story I'm writing, will be releasing twice a week, Wednesday and Saturday. I would love to hear any thoughts about the story, do you like it, is it good, is it bad or anything.
My story on royal road is 10 chapters ahead, so if you want to read more check it out there.
link: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/140572/sky-within-shadow-without
Shiners agrees, and I go back to meditating, or I should say napping, as I still need a bit more sleep. I am awoken to the sound of Charlie below, grumbling as I hear him saying, “Okay, wise guy, let’s get to the shed. I have something to complain about.” Ouch, he is definitely angry. At least he is in the right frame of mind to realize it is not safe to talk here, as I nod. Apparently, the male had gotten bored of me ignoring him and flown off, as he is nowhere in sight.
I really hope the shed will work. It would be nice to be near my family and have a safe place to nest… wait, no, roost, where I can sleep and not worry about those evil banshee owls. The fort is nice, but it is still a fort, with no windows or door, just holes, and it does not handle the weather well.
As we head to the shed, I look down toward Shiners. <So are you going to join me in the shed? It won’t be crowded in the house,, and maybe we can figure out a way for us to come and go, and it will be warmer than the fort,> I say. Please, please join me, I hope.
Shiners looks up at me flying overhead as I swear I see him smirk. <Well, I can’t guarantee anything, but I will give it a shot. Better than the house, at least. Maybe they will let me figure out a way to make it cozier. I’m sure I can get over my hangups.>
Well, that’s good, I think, as I look toward my house in the distance as we near it. <I’m sure it will be fine. It’s close enough to see the house but far enough away that no one but my parents will go there.>
I see Charlie waving to us once we’re close to the house, pointing to the shed as he heads to the front door. I guess we’re going to meet at the shed, I think as I bank toward it. Flying is definitely getting easier, and it just feels so great. I still haven’t gotten used to seeing the world from above. It’s beautiful but confusing. <Whelp, let’s see how my new home will be for a while.>
Shiners laughs as we land in a tree. <Well, it’s not too small. Let’s just hope nothing dangerous is in there, though I suppose if it has mice or rats, we get snacks,> he says. I just shake my head at that, wondering if I really want to eat a rat, they always seemed so dirty.
I’m tapping my foot in excitement and nervousness by the time my parents finally make their way down the yard through the small group of trees to where we were, as I give out a skree, happy to see them. My mom makes a small jump as I call out, and she shakes her head as she motions for us to fly down, saying, “We got the shed all set up for you.”
With a last quick look around, nope, no one there as best as I can tell, I drop out of the tree to land a few feet from them, giving a small dip of my head, so glad to see them close up. Come on, run up to them, give them a hug, goes through my head, but I don’t think that might come off well, so I decide against it despite wanting to.
<Come on! Open door!!> goes through my head as I bounce from foot to foot, really wanting to see what’s inside. Probably boring, but hoping it’s going to be comfortable and cool. Heck, would this count as having my own home? The thought excites me. Maybe I can make a nes… no, not thinking about that.
My heart skips a beat as my mom gives a small, weak smile. “Well, I guess you’re really my little boy now,” she says as she moves to the shed door. “I wasn’t sure what all you would need, so we made sure to try to make it as comfortable as possible for you.” I hold my breath as she opens the door.
I feel a bit of warmth as they had put in a small heater on a shelf above everything else. Below was an awkwardly nailed perch. Oh boy, I’m not sure if that’s safe, but I do appreciate it. There was straw on the floor that immediately gets my attention as I look it over, it might make a comfortable bed out of it. I look around, finding a few of my old things, a book I liked propped in a corner, my old blanket from my bed. It felt almost like home, like I had finally been accepted.
The best part was the smell, like an old barn in summer, that pleasant, heavy smell. I was surprised not to smell anything that normally was in there, my parents must have really aired it out, which I was glad for. I was about to say something when my mom smiled. “And we made something special for you. I wanted to keep you here, but your dad pointed out that you’re a bird now and you need your fresh air and flying, so we made you a birdie door,” she says, motioning over to the corner where one of the shelves met the wall and pushing a little doggie door like plank of wood.
I just stare at it. Wow, it was… perfect, just the kind of room I needed. The feeling of having my own nes… gahhh, stop doing that, I chastise my instincts. My own home. It wasn’t my room, but it felt like it. I look back at them as they watch me nervously, as if afraid I would be angry and fly off again. Instead, I just let myself give in to my feelings and run over, hugging them as best as an eagle can with its wings, in other words, off balance and awkwardly.
I hear the crunching of snow as Charlie finally catches up. “Mike, your sister really knows how to talk your ear off,” he says, stopping as he stares at the shed, and I can see there is some jealousy in his eyes. He immediately says, “So, uh… Mike, you think you could try biting me and see if I’ll turn into an eagle and have my own home?” he asks. The most confusing thing is I’m not sure how much is a joke.t
I shake my head at this, giving a small chirp. <I highly doubt that would work. You’re probably more likely to get some kind of infection, eagle disease, from eating too many, um… rabbits.> I was NOT! going to mention the other food I ate, especially not to my parents, who were probably still happy about the mouse. But bringing roadkill, that would be a bit far for them, heck, even me!
Okay, that was cute. I could just see the hint of a small pout on Charlie’s lips as I looked up to my mom and dad finally stepping back. <Thank you for accepting all of this. I’m still me in here, even if I have weird instincts and a few more feathers than before. I will find a way to return human, no matter how long it takes. Till then, I will try not to molt or shed everywhere.>
Shiners adds, “Mike has become my friend, and I will try my best to keep him from getting into trouble. Though he seems to be pretty good at it.” Which brings a chuckle from Charlie, and I only groan at that. I didn’t get into trouble, trouble got into me.
My dad smiles, and I fight the urge to back up nervously as he reaches down to gently scratch my head. No, it’s a good thing, he’s not going to hurt us. He says, “Good, you two better take care of him. We’ll do what we can, but it won’t be easy. But now we have something to talk about. How do we handle all of this? Charlie said something about you maybe being able to turn into a wolf?”
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Eagle
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