Short Stories - With Unexpected Endings

I have crawled my way into this cocoon bound on every side. I was born into this world and this family. I had no choice. I am closed off and sealed shut. I could die here like others have or just sleep. I want to pretend that I am happy wrapped away from all harm in the arms of this suffocating thread. Somewhere deep inside I hear a voice say, “Fight!” I could ignore it’s beckoning but the calls ignite a spark of life deep inside my cold body. It is primal. If I listen I have a chance. I can be all I have been designed to be and no longer held back by these walls. My arms and legs are bound up tight extenuating my inability to resist my captive hold. I wiggle. I scoot. The movement creates the friction necessary to warm this cold place and causes me to feel what my liberation may bring. I feel alive again. I scrape and fight. As I dedicate myself to my freedom I have moments when my body and mind grow weary. I stop to rest but keep my ears attentive to the call to continue my battle. It beckons me again, “Fight!” I wiggle and feel an extremity reach out into the liberty beyond this tomb. The hairs on my arm seem to rise to meet the vast expanse which now surrounds my limb. For the first time a portion of the new me is revealed. It is invigorating. It is motivating. Endless moments within the hands of time slip by as I attempt to fully escape this hold. I Fight. I rest and I fight again. I never give up until I find myself totally free. I watch the lump of tangled relationships fall to the ground as I spread my wings far beyond and touch the outer limits of myself. These new found vehicles of independence did not existed before I rested in my captivity. They grew as I became aware of my own ability. A breeze gently blows under my velvet wings lifting my six legs off of the oak branch on which they rested. I feel myself soaring in the sun and look to see other’s like me beginning their journey into the air of independence.