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

Posted in Narrative on Mar 1, 2024

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“So the world crashes” by CD Holly

Submitted to Contest #240

(Trigger warning!!!suicide, self harm, mentions of abuse/alcoholism) The wind brushed harshly against my cheeks. Frigid as I stared at the play equipment in the park. They always said he was too cold, too distant, too full of hate, to be able to love anyone. They didn’t know him as I did, the way his eyes lit up when his favorite song came on, the way he smiled when I told him I made the football team. They couldn’t know, it wasn’t that he was incapable of love, he was too scared to try. It always hit him in the gut hard, like someone took a...

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“Here ” by Kara Niccum

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The hairs on my arm stood at attention. A gentle caress of cool air traveled up my skin like a finger gently tracing a path. My spine went erect and I snapped my flashlight around. No one was with me. I shook off the shiver—the window was open and the breeze wafted in, nothing more. My beam of light illuminated long-abandoned cobwebs and thick dust layers. Furniture, once beautiful and in high fashion, sat stoic in its resting place, only appreciated by mice and bugs. A chandelier, dull and dirty, hinted at its former glory by glistening e...

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“Bare Beginnings” by Dr. Stephen A Salaka

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A soft, sensual breeze blew past, wrapping Penelope "Penny" Hargreaves in a warm embrace and awakening her senses. The gentle caress of salt-tinged air against her skin, the faint cries of seagulls, and the rhythmic lull of waves – it all whispered of a serene morning...if not for the blinding sunlight assaulting her eyelids and the distinct lack of any familiar surroundings. Penny's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the glare. One blink. Two blinks. This wasn't a dream. It was the deck of an impossibly luxurious yacht, and she was utte...

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“Queen's day” by Laura Camacho Frias

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The wind blew in her face while the heavy transit whispered, "You are late." The girl had promised to arrive home early that day, but things had not gone as planned at school. She was cycling fast. Her legs were hurting, her heart was racing, and she was thinking about the homework she still had to do, the time she had spent talking to her friends, and any possible excuse to give to her father, but she knew there was none. At least, not a credible one. When Queen arrived at the iron gates at the back of the house, she took the keys out of h...

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“Beneath the Storm” by Elijah Rose

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[Note: This story is a follow-up on Quivira] A cool wind gust brought a sprinkling of cold heavy raindrops on James’ face, followed by a small warmer drier wind in the opposite direction. This was the perfect time for the night’s activities, but that did not mean it would be fun. The tornado watch was out, and the storm was going to be a big one as they always were this time of year. James checked his phone’s GPS to ensure he parked in the right spot and pulled a large toolbox out of the front seat. He w...

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“The Wind in a Bottleneck” by Haide McRay

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The wind enters through a gap under the canvas covering the window. It dances into a corner and caresses the sleeping child’s cheek. The room is bare, just scarred wood floor, and broken windows with canvas nailed on the outside that blocks the light of the dying day. The room is swept and clean, not like some rooms, where filthy clothes, empty bongs, bottles, crushed cans, hypos, broken furniture, and sometimes pieces of desiccated bodies litter scabby carpet–or cracked tiles, or peeling vinyl–and pile up against crumbling plaster walls. Th...

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“Waves” by Corina P

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Anna took slow, meticulous steps. One foot after the other, left, right, left, right. The evening breeze brushed upon her rose cheeks, as the waves swept and crushed upon her feet in vigorous rhythm. She stepped on the smooth, white sand with care- after all, she almost forgot how the water feels like. As she got closer and closer to the water, she realized her reality could not be further from it. Three whole years without surfing felt like torture. Now it was time for him to feel it.In Anna’s current reality, two hobbies made sense: ...

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“Where the wind blows. ” by Johny. Martinez

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The wind blew on Jackson’s face like a sickly breath; breathing in and out of the cold, dark cave. His cheek bright red, he blew hot air into his shivering hands. He wasn’t sure whether he was looking up or down, anymore. “Can anyone hear me!” he yelled, his voice bouncing off the rocky walls, echoing deeper before faded. Stepping forward he winced, his right leg had been killing him with each awkward step, he tried his best to ignore it, but the pain selfishly demanded his attention. Feeling down on his leg, his fingers found the swollen pr...

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“The Breeze Is A Ruse” by Susan Walton

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I stand outside under the patio awning, watching the trees sway and blow. I close my eyes now, yet I feel the wind brushing against my face. I keep my eyes closed longer, wanting to feel the impact of nature as it is—it makes me feel powerful. I hear the leaves rustling back and forth, the birds excitedly chirping, and cars swiftly moving through the streets of a small city. I keep my eyes closed, and the breeze continues to touch my face. I want to open my eyes, but I feel a presence all around me. I believe I must keep them closed. I wonde...

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“Undivided” by Mykalee Mendenhall

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1968, End of Civil Rights Movement. (Not intended to cause any offence by usage of Blacks and Whites as terms, they were not only commonly what they called each other and themselves in this time period, but was widely accepted as some of the best terms at the time.)She felt the wind against her back as the door lay open behind her. It was gentle, swirling around the room and causing her hair to tickle her nose until she rubbed it away with her free hand. It stubbornly flew back in her face, resuming the slight irritation, and this time she i...

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“Ankh” by Henry Spector

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A cool breeze brushes against Hadr’s brown skin before his feet begin to pound against the dark concrete sidewalk. The young boy is confident that the mechanical beast currently hunting him through the streets of Newon will give up at any moment as he dodges around people and lamp posts. He keeps looking behind him to see if he has finally lost the giant mechanical creature, but the thing begins to pursue him at a fast pace. Hadr looks at the bag slung over his shoulder. The thing inside of it is heavy, weighing him down with every ste...

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“The Call of…” by Ava Linn VanSickle

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(mental health and mentions abuse) Halfway there, this shouldn’t feel so hard. My mailbox is looking like a tomb. The dew-covered grass hugs my feet. Whispers of movement whistle endlessly around me. Snap out of it and keep moving. I strain my mind. My body stops moving; my soul floats up. I want to stop everything. The wind rushes to keep me up; rushes to keep me together. It’s like I’m an air pocket inside an upside-down bucket pushing down in a stream. I don’t want my mind. But, “SHIT!” my leg. My skirt get caught on my mai...

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“Something in the Forest” by Javier Carr

Submitted to Contest #240

It is a warm night. The moon shines through the trees as I walk through the woods. It is a silent beauty of a night, hearing the wind whispering to the trees while the moon gave both light to see and shadow to hide in. I hit play on the recording. “I often take these walks. Helps calm my mind from the “woes of the world” and gives me an appreciation for the small beauties of nature. Now I know that it probably isn’t the smartest thing to go for a walk at night but I take the proper precautions. I let my friends know where I am, I carry...

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“The Zephyr's Caress” by Kay Reeves

Submitted to Contest #240

The Zephyr’s Caress. Signs of spring were all around. The woodland was carpeted with daffodils, dotted with bunches of snowdrops, all swaying in the soft breeze. Tricia felt its airy caress on her hot face and let her tense body relax. The tears dried on her cheeks and her pulse gradually slowed.The woods were her place of escape when life at home was unbearable. She focused on the unfolding green leaves and let her mind open up as she became a part of nature.Again the wind stroked her face and bare arms, playfully running through ...

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“Memory breeze” by Megan Flores

Submitted to Contest #240

The soft, warm breeze blew across the old man's face as he sat in a rocking chair on the old withering porch. Before his wife of 42 years passed away last year, this is where she would sit every morning. At the time, he did not understand why she would spend many hours sitting in this very spot but that was not in his place to question her about. So he never did. He was not to question something that she loves so much and what made her happy. It wasn’t until he saw her laying in that hospital bed was when she finally decided to bring the top...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 138 stories

“So the world crashes” by CD Holly

“Here ” by Kara Niccum

“Bare Beginnings” by Dr. Stephen A Salaka

“Queen's day” by Laura Camacho Frias

“Beneath the Storm” by Elijah Rose

“The Wind in a Bottleneck” by Haide McRay

“Waves” by Corina P

“Where the wind blows. ” by Johny. Martinez

“The Breeze Is A Ruse” by Susan Walton

“Undivided” by Mykalee Mendenhall

“Ankh” by Henry Spector

“The Call of…” by Ava Linn VanSickle

“Something in the Forest” by Javier Carr

“The Zephyr's Caress” by Kay Reeves

“Memory breeze” by Megan Flores

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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?

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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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