So here's a story I wrote a while ago. I'm thinking about submitting it to a literary journal and wanted to see what some other people thought about it first. Comments and constructive criticism always welcome.
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Today is the day. Today is the day I have been waiting for since I met Bellerophon. Today is the day he is going to let me ride his winged steed, Pegasus.
I wait on a hill a little ways from my father’s palace. I’m not sure whether I am really looking forward to flying with Bellerophon or not. After all, if men were meant to fly, wouldn’t the gods have given us wings like the birds?
But I have no more time to think about it, for I see Bellerophon riding my way. He’s astride a magnificent looking white horse. As they get closer I see that this horse is no ordinary horse, but a one with wings folded against its sides, like a bird.
“Philonoë!” he calls, beaming.
In a moment he is beside me.
“Philonoë, are you ready?” I nod. “Then give me your hand. You will ride behind me. You will have to ride astride though.”
I stop. Looking up, I whisper, aghast, “Astride?”
“I know. It’s unheard of, but you must, or you will fall off,” Bellerophon tells me gently, “Besides, we’ll be so high that no one will see. I promise.”
Leaning down Bellerophon grasps my hand and carefully pulls me up behind him. I slip my leg over Pegasus’s back. The feeling of the horse’s warm body and firm muscles under me feels strange.
I quickly slide my arms around Bellerophon’s waist, holding on tightly. Bellerophon laughs a little, then turns Pegasus and starts him into a brisk gallop. Surprised by the speed, I grip Bellerophon harder.
“Don’t worry,” He calls back to me, patting my hands around his waist.
“We’re going to go up now,” he tells me. I give his waist a squeeze in acknowledgment.
Now Pegasus extends his wings. The stretch far out to either side of me, feathered and silvery white. I think they are beautiful. Then they begin to ply the air. I thought we were going as we can, but, amazingly, Pegasus gains speed. Going this fast, the wind begins to sting my eyes, causing me to cry. I close my eyes, unable to bear it.
As I sit there, clutching Bellerophon with my eyes closed, I feel Pegasus gather himself under me. Then he springs up. Now I can’t feel him pounding the ground with his hooves. I hear only wind whipping by my ears. I feel only his wings beating the air.
Taking a quick breath, I open my eyes. I can hardly believe what I see. Far, far below me is my father’s lands. The people and animals are so small; they become mere dots on a vast green carpet.
“Amazing!” I exclaim.
“Isn’t it?” Bellerophon calls back, his smile evident in his voice.
Now I’m closing my eyes again, just feeling the wind fly past me. I sit behind Bellerophon, astride a winged horse, and revel in the glory and freedom of flying. And as we soar, I think, birds are truly blessed.
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