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Craft a story where a character finds themselves swept away by the wind, either physically or metaphorically.

Posted in Angst on Mar 1, 2024

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diving in

Submitted to Contest #240

Iara swam with some speed through the warm ocean water. She was excited that they had agreed to go with her. The pod of merpeople were struggling behind her to keep pace. The Aqua High Counsel were following her to the location she wanted to present to them with her idea. She was unsure how they would react, but she felt strongly that the time was now. They were closer to the surface than most of the merpod liked to come, especially this early in the day. When they arrived, she circled the group. “This is it.” She swept her arm through the w...

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Not Yet Activated

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 I move through the forest, gliding through the trees and shrubs like a ghost. It is effortless to move this way, but it hasn’t always been. In a ravine ahead I see bushes weighed down with gooseberries. I spend a few minutes picking each bush clean and place the berries in a small leather bag. The shadows are growing longer. It’s time to go back.   The barely noticeable deer trail will lead back to the camp. I begin to glide again, moving quickly but making no sound. The sun peeks through the foliage, disappearing and reappea...

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A Sobering Night

Submitted to Contest #240

   The draft brushed through the tiny hairs which had escaped Lucy’s ponytail, tickling the back of her neck. It sent a chill through her and raised goosebumps on her forearms. She had been numb for so long that the prickling of her skin was a strange sensation like skeletal fingers reaching through the earth, suddenly brought to life by some dark magic. Agitated and reluctant, she spun around, kneeling on the couch to pull the drapes shut. Through the window, she caught the sight of leaves whipping around like tiny tornadoes ...

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the forgiveness of the wind

Submitted to Contest #240

In the quiet hours before dawn, a gentle mist shrouded the countryside. The whispers of the wind filled the solace and each dewdrop kissed the earth as if bestowing blessings upon the sleeping world. The comfort of the sun would slowly creep and dissolve the mist’s embrace, unveiling the hidden hues of the landscape. As the world awakened to the soft glow of dawn, most took comfort in the warmth that the beginning of the day had. For Corinne it was anything but peaceful. A tightness suffocated her daily, clawing at her throat, wrapping its a...

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Facing the Fireflies

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How long had I dozed off? The encroaching darkness suggested it was nearly 8 or 9 in the evening. A sense of guilt hit me for snoozing on the job, but the relentless work of the past few days justified my need for rest. Leaning against the truck, I noticed Chris peacefully resting by the driver's side door. He had worked tirelessly to fix the truck, yet with two flat tires and a smoking engine, our stay here was inevitable. Slowly I wiped my face in an attempt to shake off the drowsiness. Instead of revitalizing me, it left me feeling groggy...

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Evie and the Earth

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Trigger warnings include: death, car accidents, depictions of grief.    Earl sat against the wall opposite his sister’s bedroom. He wasn’t allowed in, so when he couldn’t sleep, he sat outside, staring at the door as if it might open from the inside. The sun was coming up, reaching its fingers in through the windows, and Earl had been in that spot since one in the morning, completely sleepless.    Earl’s mom, a slight woman named Lacey, stepped out of her room and into the kitchen as soon as it seemed ...

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The day I stopped being a fake smoker.

Submitted to Contest #240

I was sitting when I saw it all, I was on the rooftop of the building smoking a cigarette, it was cloudy, one of those days where it seems like even the slightest thunder will make the sky collapse on all of us. That day I felt particularly overwhelmed by everything surrounding my existence: too much work, little time to finish all the tasks, the phone kept vibrating with each message, the weekend had social commitments that I couldn't refuse to have some time for myself, and apparently, that intermittent headache wasn't going to leave me al...

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Scattered to the Wind

Submitted to Contest #240

TW: Violence, Gore and mention of Sexual Violence Chad fell to the ground and scrambled up as fast as he could as the icy wind whistled all around him. The wind—he had to get out of the wind. He was walking through a dead and yellow field, close to the edge where there was a little tree cover. If he didn’t find shelter, he would be dead soon. The worst part (was it the worst part?) was that if it came to that, he didn’t think that there’d be anything left of him.Another icy blast ripped through his naked body—so cold that he could feel it in...

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Affair with the rain

Submitted to Contest #240

The sun knew she didn’t miss it when the rain came, her want for picnics and beach days faded. Rainy days brought cold droplets to make her feel alive with wind to sweep her off her feet. The rain’s wind touched her differently, leaving goosebumps with its brisk pass by. Though sometimes it was bitter and cold pounding against her body to cover her skin almost felt wrong. The sun was nice enough but barely brought a breeze, so her eyes everted to the rain that brought bigger gifts like thunder and lightning with a downpour to almost cleanse ...

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THE DAY THE LIGHT WENT OUT

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THE DAY THE LIGHT WENT OUT The wind; it has always been the wind. His one, true companion throughout his sixty years of life. He knew it as it knew him. Ivan Rokosovic, born on the island of Sakhalin, one year after the Great War that claimed the life of his father, a Russian mariner, cherished the wind for it spoke to him, its natural movement of air and gases warning him of storms to come, caressing him in its gentle breezes, informing him, always, of life far away in the tropics, the subtropics, the distant poles. Its varied directions c...

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Under the Willow Tree

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He lay close beside her, his breathing deep and regular, his body warm and reassuring. How long she had waited for this great satisfaction? This sense of oneness years of struggle had finally brought her. He had left her many times, saying he just wasn’t ready to settle in with one woman, being always overwhelmed by her loving, yet constant, demands. She had left him, too, having grown weary from waiting for him to decide what he wanted, weary from wondering which beautiful brunette he was then wining and dining, weary from being a human yo-...

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The Bridgemaker

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“You’ve got mail again, Seymour,” Marv said to me as I walked into the post office.  I sneered, wiping at my dripping nose. “Who from?” Marv’s bushy eyebrows lifted over dull eyes.  “Who do you think?” He said, offering me a damp scrap of bark from the pile on his desk.  I grimaced and took the note from him, shoving it into the pocket of my drip coat and making my way into the back room. Persha bleated angrily at my ankles. She hated it when her fur got wet. Which was ironic, since she always seemed to walk under the lamp...

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Starved

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The skin on her forehead is bloody and cracked. Lips pale, skin a greyish blue. Ellen dips her chin forehead as she massages the base of her neck with her fingertips. Mmm. she moans.Each stroke is a painful reminder of the past week. The overdue bills.Finn is sick.She takes the tips of her fingers and runs them past her concrete shoulders. Each gentle push cracking a knot.Ouch. Ellen relieves.She relishes in this moment, and she wants more. She craves the touch of someone else’s fingertips on her skin, sinking their tenderness into...

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Gentle is the Touch of Dilemma

Submitted to Contest #240

It was 7:03 AM when Eleanor finally killed the alarm. Another dreamless night had passed by too fast to recover the energy for another busy day. With eyes half closed she trudged to the kitchen.“Bloody hell …,“ she gasped as she looked at the table covered by yesterday´s shopping. She had forgotten to store the perishables.There was no time to do it now; soon she had to wake the kids and get them ready for school.Breakfast first, something simple, something quick.Eleanor pushed the shopping to the side making space for three around the small...

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MY HERO

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The big old yellow school bus bumped along the lonely country road. School got out at three, but Carrie and Josh were the last stop. They usually didn't reach the end of their gravel driveway until about four o'clock. Carrie was nine and in the fourth grade and Josh was a six year old first grader. They both had dark brown hair like their dad, and blue eyes like their mom. Carrie loved her little brother, but she was tired of that constant statement, WATCH OUT FOR YOUR BROTHER! Running a farm takes a lot of work and everyone has to help was ...

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