Creative Writing Essay
Home. A dovecot high above the city, surrounded by the bountiful streets of urban London. A loft, filled with the warm, earthy aroma of oats and the soft, inviting coos of my brethren. A place of safety, comfort and companionship, broken only by the occasional excursion with one of the humans that frequented the loft. We had a unique connection with home. No matter where we were in the world, no matter how far or how foreign the lands were, we could always find our way back. …show more content…
I spread my wings, freed for the first time in months. I flutter my wings, months feels like days - I was born to do this, not be cooped up in a cage. The calling strengthens. I orient myself towards the sacred loft, and leap into the air.
The sound of gunfire doubles. Bullets spin past me, crashing through the air. I cannot go back, this is the only way home. I remember the lives of my fellows, snuffed out in an instant. A bullet rips into my right leg leaving it dangling by a thread. The pain is excruciating, but I fly onward. I try to fly upward, away from the callous automatons of death. I’m past them now, their fire begins to die down. More gunfire begins; they have started fighting each other again.
The gunfire slackens, but isn’t gone. A