A Short Story Playing Around With Fantastical Creatures: Jasmine Moon

Hey everyone! I wrote this little story (it's only the beginning really) sometime last year. I wanted to play around with writing about different fantastical creatures and this is what I came up with. Do you think I should continue the story?

Jasmine Moon

The flames flickered before her, the wood burned and crumbled, the metal charred and blackened.  The reflection flickered in her eyes.  She watched, without any exaggeration, as her childhood memories burned.  

Just outside of her family's humble treehouse, she was staying at a gentle hover, wings beating so fast it looked as if she was floating above the ground.  She had wished it all to burn so many times before, ‘look at me now,’ she thought.  Her heart beat fast and her eyes blazed with fire and anger. “Look at me now, family,” she said aloud, “family that never really was my family.  It’s my turn to make all the calls.  No one will ever again make me work, destroy everything I love, and say ‘this is what it’s like to be a part of a family.’” 

Jasmine stayed this way for a very long time.  Her black hair, sweeping down to the middle of her back, danced wildly behind her.  Her black, frayed dress fell just above her knees and her bare feet tingled above the flames

Suddenly the realization of what she had done washed over her, and she knew she had to leave.  “I have to go,”  she told the crumbling house.  For the first time she realized she was afraid, her wings skipped a beat and she almost toppled into the flames below, but she caught herself.  Running her fingers through her long black strands, she gathered her hair and tied it into a knot.  What to do now.  Fluttering in circles she thought about where she should go.  Around her the sky was changing.  She was too close to the fire, the heat pounded against her small body, alone in the sky.  

“I have to get out of here,” she said, gasping for breath.  Spying beyond the fire’s mirage the sun was setting into a brilliant blue and orange.  There, she knew now, and began flying straight towards the setting sun.  

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Thank you for reading!

What do you think, should I continue the story?

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