Flightless
By L. Duarte
Publication Date: January 23, 2017
Publisher: LD Publishing LLC
Everyone has a
story.
Mine went like
this: Once upon a time, I met a boy. He was the most handsome fella in the
land. I fell in love. Together, we had cosmic chemistry. I believed I would
live a life of unending bliss. Until he broke my heart. Shattered it to pieces.
And I lived unhappily ever after instead. The end.
Or so I
thought.
Life found a way
to reunite us. But to change that unhappy ending, I had to learn how to
forgive. And my heart seemed unable to do so.
This is a love story. But it is also, much more. It’s the story of how I coped with my shortcomings, my fears and rewrote my destiny. Everyone has a story. This is mine.
This is a love story. But it is also, much more. It’s the story of how I coped with my shortcomings, my fears and rewrote my destiny. Everyone has a story. This is mine.
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Prologue
I watched her
grow. From afar, with uninterested eyes, I watched her grow. She grew in
beauty, talent, and grace.
Her mane of
black hair flowed in cascades down her back like a tide of obscure water. Its
darkness contrasted with her round, sharp eyes. Eyes that matched her stupid
name, that matched the sky of an overcast day.
She appeared
determined and brave. She kept a perfect GPA, and she lived a life beyond
reproach.
She fooled those
surrounding her with the pretense of perfection, of goodness. She didn’t fool
me. I was the only one who looked at her with sober eyes and saw beyond the
façade.
Until then,
whatever she wanted, she had gotten. I had to put a stop to the life she had
forged through lies. I was the vessel through which she would be deterred.
I resented her
for being so assertive. So successful. So deceitful. She should be nothing.
Have nothing. She must have been dead.
Yet, she
breathed. The heart within her ribcage thumped in vindictive triumph. She
lived, ruining my plans, stealing my joy. Trying to take away my happiness, and
all that belonged to me.
But I was
stronger than she was. Better at the game of life. I would be the winner. I had
weapons she didn’t possess. Discipline, foresight, shrewdness. Most
importantly, I had one crucial advantage: she had no knowledge of my existence.
I have found
that there is only one thing better than reading, and that is writing. I am
always torn between the two. I am also frequently torn between chocolate and
coffee. However, I emphatically do not like the month of February, lies, and
flies. For me, bravery is defined by the courage to do what we fear the most. I
live in Connecticut with my husband and two children. Drop a few lines. I would
love to hear from you.
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ReplyDeleteLoved the prologue! Can't wait to read this. This kind of romance is right up my alley!
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