This story came from a "Pass the Paper" exercise between group members at the last meeting. Keep in mind that we couldn't see what the others were writing as we went along, only the previous person's contribution. Enjoy!
Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Corpse
Lucy lay surrounded by her sleepover friends, each with their index fingers and middle fingers slightly under her as they chanted.
She was beginning to have doubts but couldn't back out now. It was okay - they were her sisters now. Weren't they?
With their new powers they could see the world, but they needed each other. They had to keep their sisterly bond intact for their powers to work!
They hovered close together and held hands, closing their eyes. In perfect unison their voices rang: "From the shadows of the past, we crawl, toward the blinding light. Rising in your goodness, work through our hands tonight."
Lights of pastel glow danced around them. The window began to shake, convulsing back and forth, until it burst, moon's glow pouring through. She stood there, Goddess supreme of the moon and sun.
She had been right to trust them. Her doubts foolish. She was released. Free! Then the darkness came, and the sound of rushing air.
The wings fluttered against the wall and all the sounds stopped. She wandered towards the last place she thought she'd heard something.
As she took her third step, everything around her lit up with a flash. She could feel nothing. She was weightless, floating almost, but somehow she knew it was something else. No pain. No warmth or coldness. No time, the past gone, the present a dream. She was light as a feather, stiff as a corpse.