Hungry Skies Pt. 2 (A Vortex Foods Story) by Marius-the-Mage, literature
Literature
Hungry Skies Pt. 2 (A Vortex Foods Story)
Continued from Part 1 Rosalie Sky Canada Flight 9638 7:30 AM CET The airplane groaned and creaked as it rolled down the runway, its engines straining against the forces of gravity. Passengers gripped their armrests, their hearts pounding in their chests, as the world outside began to blur from the speed with which it passed by. And then, with a sudden lurch, the airplane lifted off the ground, soaring upwards into the endless morning sky. The passengers felt themselves being pulled back into their seats as the airplane gained altitude, the roar of the engines drowning out all other sounds. For just a moment, they were weightless, suspended in mid-air like in the dreams of a madman. The ground fell away beneath them, a patchwork of greens and browns and grays, until it was nothing more than a distant memory. Above was a blue sky, below was a carpet of cotton clouds. And yet, even as they hurtled through the air at impossible speeds, Rosalie felt a sense of calm. They were aloft
Hungry Skies Pt. 1 (A Vortex Foods Story) by Marius-the-Mage, literature
Literature
Hungry Skies Pt. 1 (A Vortex Foods Story)
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” ― Leonardo da Vinci “I still don’t see why you expect me to boycott shrinkies.” Far from lowering her eyes or taking a retreating step, Denise Lindner met the three gazes currently leveled upon her with folded arms, lips pressed together into a thin line, and defiance written across her face. She tossed her hair, causing the long honey-colored locks to flick away from her face so her two siblings could get the unadulterated brunt of her indignation. “Have you not been paying attention to what has happened over the past six months? I almost ate Oliver. Our friend!” Incredulity dripped from every word spoken by Denise’s elder sister, Miriam. She extended one hand towards the computer table in indication of where a tiny man sat atop a tall stack of thick books piled upon the office desk. When perched upon the bookstack, the