Well I'm writing short stories in here that I hope you'll like a critique for me and well please comment ^-^
I sat there on the edge of the small cliff as the wind would almost sing out a dance as it swept over the surface of the silver lake twisting and turning, swirling and spinning up and down it would go taking anything light enough into the dance with it. The gulls would laugh as they spun over the water and almost call out to me to join in but alas my heart yearns to so much but I cannot my wings were not strong enough to leave the Island they would taunt me with the fun they were having so high up in the sky, I wish so much to dance their dance with them but being so young with such small wings I could not but my heart won over my mind and I jumped off the cliff into the air at first it was alright and the wind carried me but then it twisted when I turned and I was thrown into a violent spiral downwards into the ocean. I crashed into the waves fighting to stay on top the water but the waves were too big and they threw me under was this to be the last of me. Would they all say that I was foolish and and remember me as the one that couldn't wait or would they remember me at all. It was so dark now my lungs burning my vision swimming all the feeling in my body was leaving me my thoughts slowed down as I wished I had not yearned for the dance.