Superman

By Will Kittler

A boy was scampering towards the center of the roof. The fright of falling off made his bones go cold, the nerves starting to slow down. He began to grow dizzy with weariness. He had been stuck on the 42nd floor of his dads apartment building; the roof. He called for help endlessly, but there was nobody to hear him. The slanted slate slid and splintered into tiny pieces as he struggled up the side of the building. The slippery material screeched under his feet. He began to tumble down, crashing into the gutter with a loud bang. He suddenly awakened, his senses free of any lock that had been holding them still. But there was still the problem of him falling and dying. Simultaneously, he spread out his arms and began to soar out into the open skies. He flew all over New York City, dazzled by the green trees and the fountains across Central park. He flew high over the Empire state building, gaining elevation. He could see all of New York now, the land stretching out in the distance. He wanted to test how high he could fly, but scared of freezing in space or losing his ability he dove down, gaining speed as he went. The flew right down through an alleyway and out onto the other side at 5th street. He was gathering attention, as spectators pointed to the flying wonder. “Today has been a great day,” the boy said, “I discovered I could fly for the 4th time.” The next day, the headline of the New York Times read, “Superman Spotted Again!”