I float, weightless to the world. My feet are three whole feet from the bridge, under which is a bottomless pit of black and empty space. I am in what is known as a "no - gravity" zone. Many of these dot the landscape, ever since the government switch.
The Floating Guy was stuck in air.
He was supose to be home but he was stuck in the air over an ocean.
How will he tell his parents that he can float.
Then he reliezed that he couldn't get down from the sky.
Then when he tried to raise up higher in the air he couldn't do that either.
He knew he would hate being known The Floating Guy.
Then he reliezed that his mom would come looking for him soon.
The Floating Guy was stuck in air.
Staring below me, seeing the restless waves hitting the rocks.
"This is not possible," I say shaking my head.
Floating approximately 8 feet above the water, I am startled at what an unbeleivable scene this must be.
All I was doing was sitting on the land, gazing at the water, and wishing I could get a closer look. Wish granted. How bizzare.
Kicking my legs, I try to find a way down, but I just stay in the same spot, no matter how much I struggle.
"Come on!" I think, starting to become extremely annoyed.
"Put me down!!" I roar at whoever or whatever is doing this to me. Read more »
Cain laughed as he floated a few feet above the ground, watching the ground in amusement. Oh this was fun! He grinned at Derek was was sitting in the air a few feet above him and watching the younger boy in amusement.
"Having fun?" He questioned, struggling not to laugh as the dark haired boy did flips in the air. Derek smiled, brushing shoulder length blond hair out of his eyes as he looked toward the mountains beyond the rooftop in longing.
"Let's fly over their!"
"Someone could see us." Derek murmured wistfully as Cain stared at him in disbelief and fake horror. Read more »
I cant tell.
Am I falling down...
The ocean doesn't get father away,
I'm in the sky,
but I'm not flying,
or even hovering.
It's just my mind somehow,
In the sky,
above the ocean.
I open my eyes,
As I float on the border of time and space
i know every thought that anyody has ever had and ever will have
i know everything that has happened and will happen
As i float here on the border of time and space
i can see the future as it will happen now
and i know what you can only dream of knowing
as i float here on the border of space and time
i see how insignificant the human race truly is
i can see that you are barely clinging to life
as the whole universe conspires against you
As i float here on the border of time and space
i know all and see all Read more »
Nathaniel surveyed the city beneath him. The lights were on in nearly every building, and he could see through most windwows. In an old rundown shack near the baseball field were two children sitting at a table, their heads resting on fold arms, in similar positions of dispair. He turned his head away. It was too upsetting.
"Don't worry about them," a voice said near his ear, shocking Nate. He turned around slowly, to see a boy of about eight years floating next to him. Read more »
i stand on the ledge. looking down at the freezing water. finding the courage to jump to jump to my death. i need to make the voices stop. the words being thrown at me. missiles finding and destroying there target. the words replay in my head over and over making the dark pit in my stomach grow. Sooner or later it will engulf me. a black hole i will never come out of. i tell myself to do it that no one will notice when school starts again. no one will care what ever happened to the tall nerd who no one cared to hear. even when he pored his feelings. i cant take it anymore i jump. Read more »
Many people in my opinion would probably take more than one glance at this picture. Most people say everything has a reasonable answer. A boy near the ocean floating in mid air... weird right?! The setting almost looks not real. Read more »
Most people say UFOs don't exist. Ha! After walking to the park and seeing what I saw, I have a feeling those people will change their minds. Read more »
"A little lower...No, a little higher..."
"Uggh, my arm is killing me, can you just make up your mind already?"
"His feet aren't even touching the ground. I can't put on a puppet show with a floating puppet!"
"Sure you can. Just call him Superman or something."
"There that's perfect. Oh wait, if you look at it from this angle it still looks like he's floating."
"Hang it all, man. I thought you were supposed to be a professional."
"I am. That's why it has to be perfect." Read more »
When you're walking on thin ice
and below you is the thrashing sea
and around you is angry emptiness
my advice is don't look down
where the sky meets the sea
where the ice melts away
keep on walking forward
head held high
so the world will slip away
until the ground is solid once more
and the harsh winter has melted away
into a warm, buttery spring
and the wind stops whispering
in your ears
and the crashing of the sea is a lullaby
just for you
A man floating in thin air. How'd he get there? Where did he come from? All the questions cannot be answered. The man is in the air for one reason. That reason is to prove to people, friends, family he can fly. No one ever beleived him, but he believed in himself. And he did it. He finally did it. He could fly. His family was astounished about this talent of their son. They signed him up for the circus. The parents and the son got so much money they had a mansion and were famous. How much money do you ask? Well lets just say around Millions of dollars. Read more »
Jumpjumpjump! Oh how I love to hop! Hophophop! So fun, so free! Jumpjump-plop splash! Oh... wow. Crickcrack shatter! It's cold through the ice. I only wish I know how to swim. Oh well. Hophopjump!! How uncomfortable I am! Jumpjumphop!Skip like a rock! What an I dea! I'll just hop... jump, and skipskipskipskipskip over the water's surface. WHEEEEE! I am like a flying fish! Where is my mother? She would be so proud! Oh no, i am on land! SAND! Where did I hop to? I need a new sense of direction. I smell dinner! Yum! Who wants soup? Hophop to soupland! I don't know why I hop. Read more »
The sky caressing the body.
The dark clouds prepared to strike.
Ready for the attack.
Brilliant lights emerge amongst the neraby slopes of the mountains.
His feet held up by the power.
Magnificent bliss of the moment, how free it felt.
He knew his task.
He must destroy the unknown darkness beyond the soil, into the deep crevice of the land.
The intense wanting for pride and justice.
The need for security.
The water wresteling beneath him.
He only had fate on his side.
so i guess im typing about a picture of a floating man. but is he really floating? mabey he is a skaterboi and they edited out his bord. anyway, i guess he can fly or mabey just jump. i dont always know but who really knows everything? what is he doin, why, when? with a photo promp, you make the story but i dont know what to make of the photo.so im just havin fun and really starting to confuse myself (thats what happens when i have writers block). squerril. i theink i spelled that wronge. :) oh well. why cant i type fast like outher ...wait! i spelled outher wrong! its spelled other. teehee.
"With great power comes great responsibility." Words that a great person once said. Did he mean the power we have? Did he mean the power we lack? How would we obtain this power? With reasons unknown, this quote is spot on to the reality. If you are not responsible with the power you are given you will lose it. Nobody can escape that fate; losing power. When its gone it cannot be regained, because you've had your turn. I guess it all comes down to brain power, because only the smartest will have power the longest.
I jumped up and started to float, for barely a second.
The pavement must've appeared like a trampoline to all passerby.
As I landed on the ground, my feet throbbed at the harsh landing.
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pushed off the ground hard and stayed in the air.
The pavement pouted and begged for my painful fall back to the earth.
But gravity wouldn't hold me down any longer.
It’s freedom. The floating, the feeling: freedom as though ropes are a thing of dreams, and just that. Peter Pan and Superman? Fool’s opuses.
Running is to be one with the wind, jumping is to reach for the clouds, but up there that’s not necessary. It’s like reality through a tainted glass, the purples and blues blur together and you can feel the rain, even though it’s gone now. It’s like the gentle downward spiral of a daring leaf with a ticket on the wind in your stomach. Read more »
He is only lungs and toes
with finger tips and
dangling arms. He is only
breaths and lungs and
he will not be here for long.
Pulling history and imagination
to his wayward pointing
eyes, lost in symmetry- intimacy
beauty-lies and butterflies,
he is tasting dirt and
air and blood and
He is suspended and endless;
liquid shadows lighting
his straight carved edges.
It will be his great pleasure
to touch the ground again.
It is just a tempered dream.
He is bloodied palms
The fantasy that superpowers are good for the world are nothing but a delusion.
All these TV shows, movies, and comic books...all they do is make it seem like super powers and extraordinary abilities are some type of gift that should be cherished.
Except they are not. They are not even close.
Ian was seven when he first flew. He was nine when he could do it by choice. At eleven he had full control. Read more »
So yes. I wrote another one about this photo. Hey, I liked it, what can I say? Not entirely certain how fond I am of the piece, though. 's all right.
I used to tell you that I used to fly and I did. I did. You never really believed me, just laughed it off and tossed your hair over your shoulder and told me, You’re silly. Full of fantasy. Read more »
Sometimes I escape to a different world.
One like no other.. I just let go of everything.
I let myself drift into the nothing.
Nothing being not empty, but full.
Full being not of anger, not of burdens, but of joy.
I feel like I am walking on air, just floating in a two color world.
black and white.
I don't have to worry anymore.
I'm care free.
But I know at a point in time, I will have to return to reality.
and as harsh as it is.. I'm glad to be home.
He had always dreamed of flying
over oceans where he could see his reflection
waver in the ever rippling tides
as waves threw about the sea,
unceasing and beautiful in way that only mother nature
Once he had hoped and dreamed
for things beyond his reach
because nothing was unattainable
for those who try,
but now he doesn't hope or dream
because he has been denied one too many times
and everything is just so unattainable,
He has been told all so many times
A puddle of indifference
swims beneath him,
and his reflection scowls back,
a certain twinkle in his eye.
The chasm in between
serves as a barricade..
an almost happy-to-be-there
Nothing pressures him,
not his god-forsaken life,
He’s levitating in a vacuum,
once viewed to be nearly impossible
on our mother planet.
That’s what they thought about him,
and the feats they didn’t think he could do.
He used to fly away perpetually,
up to the point when flying away
conveyed the same angst
as standing on solid ground. Read more »
Suspended in some limbo,
you held yourself
high off the
ground with your laugh
in the air and
even now when I walk
to the shore of the sea
on the cloudy gray days, to
the place where
you defied gravity over
concrete wet with the whisper
of waves, I
can see your silhouette
still etched into my
You used to fly,
used to hold yourself
up with your own
used to say,
to anybody else’s
Your only failing was