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Before Icarus flew too close to the sun, he had fun test-flying his wings.
Write some light-hearted scenes depicting the joy of flying for a young boy in an ancient world.
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He used to tell me stories of the eagles and hawks that would come rescue us from our prison. And I believed him.
As I got older, that faith dissipated. But with it, a new hope grew.
We started building wings. Made them out of wood, but it was too heavy.
We tried metal, but that was way too heavy.
Then one day, the very eagle I had daydreamed about dropped a feather. It landed next to the one wax...
“Remember, my boy, keep your head up and your arms balanced.” Daedalus smiled as he helped his young son strap the feathered wings to his shoulders.
Icarus’s brow furrowed as he twisted a pale feather between his fingers and pulled it off, letting it float to the ground. “What if they don’t work?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. Daedalus simply shook his head, chuckling.
“Don’t worry,...
(Tw maybe. I’m not an expert on what might trigger people, but I figured I should add it just in case)
“It might be safer on the ground, but I was born to fly.” He said.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. You talk about flying every day Iggy.”
“Didn’t I tell you never to call me that. My name is Icarus.”
“Right. Iggy.” Icarus started to chase his brother. His fingers lightly brushed his cape. Soon Icarus grabb...
“Woooo! Hoooo! I’m flyyyyyyyying!”
Icarus swooshed through the sky, whooping and hollering. Right over Penelope, standing on the cliff side. Sun light traced the edges of his wings, framed by the sparkling blue, Mediterranean sea.
“Ha! Ha! Hahaaaaaa!”
Penelope felt the wind from Icarus’s wings on her cheeks. She smelled the salt of the sea, and the musky, sweet scent of beeswax.
It was intoxi...
When his father told him to jump from the tower’s opening, his legs were shaky and his throat was dry but once he did an excited shout leaped out of him. He kept flapping the wings but it wasn’t steady enough and he could feel himself dropping lower. With all his strength, he moved his arms with intensity until he was keeping up a steady rhythm.
“Not too close to the sea and not too high to the ...
Dusky pink steam trails crisscrossed the postcard blue sky. Mopping his brow with a monogrammed handkerchief, Steve “Bull” Warren stared up at the clouds. Bull glanced over his nervous little project manager Danny to check in with the big boss man. CEO Regis Golden was playing FruitNinja on his phone. A silver blur buzzed by.
Danny yelped with surprise, splashing Regis with his water bottle. Stif...
“Father! Father, look!” The young boy squealed. “I’m flying! I can touch the clouds! I can feel the breeze! I can see the sun!”
Daedalus laughed. He hadn’t seen his son this happy in a while. Back in Crete, the island now far behind them, the boy hadn’t had a very happy childhood. And now, with his soft downy and beeswax wings, Icarus laughed once more.
Icarus flew circles around his father, rippi...
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