Begin your story with the sensation of a breeze brushing against a character's skin.

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“Marshmallow Monster” by Laura McManaman

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One should always carry marshmallows when walking in the woods. The peculiar advice popped into my head unbidden. I paid it little mind. My grandfather had often doled out such nonsensical tidbits. My feet moved along the narrow path, taking time to launch every rock and twig they encountered. My nose tickled as a friendly wind introduced itself to my face. The incorrigible breeze swirled around my shoulders, tugging my hair in a playful dance.It was a beautiful day in the forest. The kind poets tend to ramble on about. Writing paragraph aft...

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“Harriet and the Haunted Swing” by Bailey Primus

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A slight breeze grazed Harriet’s face and made her hair dance in the warm sunlight that shone through the cover of trees surrounding the park. It was a clear, spring day, and birds chirped their happy songs as she walked her bike across a footbridge at the lake. The water was full of geese floating along the shore and the grass was booming with families having picnics under the freshly blossoming trees. As she made her way along the bridge, a strange mist rose from the lake and crept along the shoreline. The bird songs seemed further aw...

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“Penn's Landing” by Karla S. Bryant

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A breeze brushes against my face and it’s not until now that I realize my cheek is wet. Strands of hair stick to my hand as I wipe the tears away. Now my fingertips are cold. I predicted the meeting would be filled with emotion but hadn’t thought I’d actually cry. Especially not at this point. I wasn’t even at Penn’s Landing yet.The toe of my shoe catches on a loose Belgian block in the street and a young man rushes to hold my elbow.“Are you okay?” His expression is kind and I try not to be distracted by his pierced cheeks. “Yes, thanks, jus...

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“SHIFT OF FATE” by Kelly Grabovac

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The crisp autumn breeze caressed her cheeks. The hair that had fallen over her eyes swept back, along with the loose leaves of the tree in which she was residing. The lit torches on the stone wall flickered at the sudden gust. She felt her heart stop, her stomach drop to her aching feet. “No,” she whispered, horror crashing through her. The wind gusted again, harder, the scant clouds above beginning to move faster across the night sky. Panic crashing into her, she watched the guards on the wall. They did not seem to notice the shift in t...

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“Open House” by Ingrid Barclay

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‘We’re leaving this house over my dead body without a contract in hand,’ Ruby said. She turned to face the Australian westerly zephyr head-on. Though stifling, the result was still cooling and therapeutic against her flushed sweaty cheeks. She ran her palms over her ginger hair in a less effective attempt to fight the rising humidity, which usually peaked around midday in the sugar cane district. ‘At this price you won’t be the only willing human sacrifice today,’ Nate replied and winked beneath dripping brow. He laced his clammy fingers thr...

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“The Worlds on Fire ” by Avery Clark

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I sat there feeling the cold breeze rush down my back, as the faint cries of the wind howled in the distance. I sat there thinking."Why did I leave home?""Why did my mother and father hate me?"I sat there pondering over my thoughts for awhile longer, until I got up and walked towards the harrowing forest in the distance. I proceeded to walk towards the forest until I walked deeper and deeper into the thick woods as I walked farther in. The wind howled as I turned to see before my eyes. The forest collapsing into nothing, lit before me. As my...

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“ The Wind on the Plain” by Glenda Toews

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If the wind would have whispered, ‘Give it to me’- and had whipped that page of my life from my hand and carried it to the clouds, I would not have chased after it. Invisible enmity, created by ill-spoken words, affixed themselves deep into my mind from that day forward. It become apparent that one, whose only sin was to be born beautiful, and the other, who would one day write about it, were loved differently by the world. The sharp tang of those blunt words, snapped against my skin. Its icy breeze bent me backward, and shackled who I was b...

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“The Search for Gold” by Mona Jean

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The misty ocean breeze gently sweeps over the tiny hairs on my forearms. My cream striped linen button-down taps loosely against my chest and tummy while I lean back onto my elbows that hold my towel against the sand. The shorter pieces of hair near my face dance in delight, however the longer hair is safe from the flirtation of the breeze as it stays gathered in a low, messy bun below my handwoven brown paper sunhat. The quiet warm exhales of Mother Nature intimately welcome me at the beach. As I await the sunset, the soft cr...

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“Woollen Suits and Face Cream” by Ananya Voss

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He was always there, in the sounds of his suggestions, in the unspoken glances when she acted out of turn, the cheeky winks he gave when he made a joke about her Mother, in the breeze when she closed her eyes and smelt his woollen suits and face cream.He passed on the Saturday night, after obediently taking the last, tender cup of tea to his wife, invalid in bed - he sat on the chair in the bedroom, relaxed, cradled his head in the cups of his hands, and fell forward into that beautiful, peaceful, slumber of the unbroken. The carer alwa...

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“Roy's Monster Buck” by Roger Skrypczak

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Roy’s Monster Buck The soft breeze on the back of Roy’s neck sent a chill through his entire body. It signaled the end of his hunt and an opportunity to harvest the whitetail buck of a lifetime. Roy was an avid hunter; his weapon of choice was a compound bow and arrow. He hunted the annual Wisconsin gun deer season since he was old enough to purchase a hunting license with his dad. Roy and his dad hunted with a group of local farmers known as the Brown gang, who were famous for filling all their tags.&nbsp...

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“Where the Wind Blows” by Kaitlyn Wadsworth

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A warm breeze brushed over my exposed skin one balmy evening as I lay in my spa. As the air heats up due to the sun, the air and evaporated moisture rise, leaving a deficit. This needs to be filled, and colder air rushes in as wind. On this occasion, I had no complaints.I luxuriated in my spa, overlooking my beautifully landscaped back garden. My mind wandered back to when we decided to sell our house. After a couple of years of hard work and expense, we had finally refurbished it into a saleable state. My name is Katrina. We wante...

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“A lifeline in the wind” by Sarah Fraser

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As the wind teased my hair up and out like ferocious flames leaping off my scalp, I stared in astonishment. The beach. It was completely transformed. Where once there was a pale golden stretch of sand, there were trenches built of dark, wet pebbles. I stomped down the grassy verge towards the bay, feeling the familiarity beneath my running shoes. I knew by now to keep my ankles loose and move with the ups and downs, to avoid going over my ankle and spraining it again. It brought back visions of two years ago, when Nick had to practically car...

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“Fast, Like the Wind” by Jason Basaraba

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The drive home seemed long, longer than it should have been, considering the distance hadn’t changed. With a hand stretched out the window I surf the wind, the hairs on my arm tingle as the cool air slips through my fingers, like faded memories we can no longer hold.I rolled the window down because she always loved sticking her head out. Mouth open, tongue out enjoying the invisible force as it tussles her fur in a frenzied playful way. I’m just guessing, in truth I do not know why she enjoys it so much. Today she didn’t lift her head, but I...

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“Sleep in the storm” by Amy Smith

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4am and all I can think of is you. Not sleep. Not work 4 hours from now. My thoughts won’t let me. I feel the wind on my face. The window is open next to the bed. Next to your side of the bed, which is empty now. Open even on the stormiest nights and open wider since you left. I’ve been listening to the wind calling me through the open window. I wear one of your shirts to keep warm in the storm in our room, now my room, in our bed, now my bed. I get up and walk carefully in the dark through the clutter of clothing and books on the ...

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“Wind Goddess” by Emerald Nelms

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I'd always loved the wind, especially when it gently blows against my skin, like now. I'd never thought I'd have control over the wind though. Everything changed when a little white nymph came to me while I was working on my tapestry by the stream that flowed by the power of the Gods. The nymph, Albany, floated in the air and said to me, “Mortal woman, I'm here by request of the Gods- A new goddess is needed and you have been chosen based on your chastity and virtues. Zeus is looking to make you into a wind goddess- Refusing is not an option...

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Begin your story with the sensation of a breeze brushing against a character's skin.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 139 stories

“Marshmallow Monster” by Laura McManaman

“Harriet and the Haunted Swing” by Bailey Primus

“Penn's Landing” by Karla S. Bryant

“SHIFT OF FATE” by Kelly Grabovac

“Open House” by Ingrid Barclay

“The Worlds on Fire ” by Avery Clark

“ The Wind on the Plain” by Glenda Toews

“The Search for Gold” by Mona Jean

“Woollen Suits and Face Cream” by Ananya Voss

“Roy's Monster Buck” by Roger Skrypczak

“Where the Wind Blows” by Kaitlyn Wadsworth

“A lifeline in the wind” by Sarah Fraser

“Fast, Like the Wind” by Jason Basaraba

“Sleep in the storm” by Amy Smith

“Wind Goddess” by Emerald Nelms

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A crumpled piece of paper holding an unexpected message is carried by the wind. Where did it come from, and where is it going?

Set your story on a sailboat, large or small, and entirely at the mercy of the winds.

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

Set your story in a lighthouse surrounded by powerful gale-force winds.

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