I ate a slice of airport pizza while I waited for my flight. My dad whistled up to me.
He’d died years ago.
“You’ve got time to finish. I’ll see you at the gate.”
He whistled off.
The pizza tasted like dust. The light felt thin.
“Okay, Dad,” I said.
Iain Young prefers a window seat.
What seemed like an infinite amount of time passed in about three seconds. She experienced the glorious sensation of what seemed to be flying. All of her worries vanished, except that for a split second, just before she hit the tarmac, she found herself asking, “Wait, why did I jump?”
Hannah Stevens has always had a passion for reading and writing. She is fifteen years old and has a weakness for words.
I look down and see the Earth, my home. It is so beautiful and perfect. Seas I will never sail. Mountains I will never climb.
The air becomes thin. Tears fall from my eyes as it gets smaller and smaller. Condensation blocks my view.
With my last breath, I curse.
Nzinga Andrews is somewhere in Birmingham, UK wondering why she hasn’t moved to somewhere hot and exotic. She loves all things writing.
A pigeon became enthralled when a bird-like design took to the skies. Sitting on the plane’s wing, the pigeon found himself in snow-capped New Zealand, some twenty hours later. It was the longest journey he had ever taken.
Ironically, hundreds of flightless penguins where there to greet him upon arrival.
Linda Nathaniel is a teacher from Sydney, Australia, who has had poems published in both Hemispheres and was once invited to the same function as Ben Stiller.