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

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“Lunch” by Emily Rogers

Submitted to Contest #240

As I walked outside, I could feel the wind as it brushed my cheek. It blew my hair across my eyes, briefly obscuring the courtyard. Which was good. I really did not want to see the the other students as I walked the solitary path to my usual spot, a table in the far back corner, away from prying eyes. The breeze was a welcome feeling after the stale warmth of the classroom. The light too was welcome, it was not the false light of the fluorescent bulb, that would occasionally hum, but the warm light of the sun, bringing a welcoming relief. Ye...

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“The Choice” by Tee Farewell

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A father traced the contours of the weathered bench, immersing himself in its history, a witness to countless memories. With its views of a serene lake beneath the setting sun, the park carried a narrative of a father and daughter's story, filled with laughter, joyous picnics, and lively banter. The grooves in the wood told tales of their bond. With the crisp autumn breeze came the fragrance of fallen leaves as it brushed against his skin. The breeze reminded him of the changing seasons and the passage of time since the unimaginable loss. Th...

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“Awakening Of Nagualon” by Sabin Cunningham

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The wind whistled the greetings of the morning to the boy. His eardrums throbbed gleefully at the song of the breeze mixing with the chatter of the birds. His toes hugged the dirt with passion as he danced his way across the chinampa, making the floating garden of vegetable goodies bob this way and that in the shallow waters of the lake. Playfully plucking the peppers from their perch on the plants he passed, he harvested with such joy that the lake was rife with ripples. A farmer working on a nearby chinampa steadied himself as his is...

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“Coffee and Cupids” by Bre O'Brien

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He shivers and pulls his scarf up higher to protect his neck. The breeze brushing against his skin, waking him up as he stands outside the coffee shop, waiting for her. He’s been out of town for weeks, long enough to put their relationship into perspective. He dreaded what he had to do. The breeze blows her hair in all directions as she approaches. It chaps her cheeks in the early spring air, makes her look like a goddess in the dying light of the day. “Shall we?” He offers her his arm, but he has the feeling they wouldn’t be lea...

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“Lucid Puma” by Rock Martin

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Mark is gone. The words echoed in my head as the dry Nevada wind burned against my face, carrying those familiar fine grains of sand. I stood and stared at the orange painted door that led to my childhood home, for a moment, the memory of its bright hue and brilliant color stood in all its glory, like it once had. A muffled shout broke through the closed windows and the door before me was once again the faded and peeling door of my present. Another sound caught my ears, and, with a steadying breath, I stepped forward and pushed it op...

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“Queen of the Damned” by Kellie Krevosky

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The cicadas were louder than usual. Cassie could hear them through double-paned window glass as well as the closed door of The Crossroads Bar. She was used to it though, having dealt with this for the last ten years. Standing behind the counter, cleaning out the last beer mugs, a breeze trickled past her, scouring her skin like sandpaper. She could suddenly see her breath as if someone had found a way to turn off the oppressive Miami heat. That’s when she felt it again. A breeze so cold it felt like icy tendrils were wrapping around her arms...

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“Whispering Woods” by Cynthia Hansford

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The gentle breeze caressed Lily’s skin as she strolled through the familiar park, her senses attuned to the world around her. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of freshly cut grass, while the melody of birdsong danced in her ears. Closing her eyes, she felt the sun’s warmth on her face and a profound connection to the surrounding nature.Lily had always possessed a heightened sensitivity to her environment, a trait that both comforted and intrigued her. She learned the universe’s secrets through the rustling of leaves and the murmurs of...

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“A windy nightmare” by Katrina French

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breeze blew lightly against her skin. It was a surprise as it’s been nothing but dry stale air for the last few days. Then suddenly it was like a hurricane was approaching. She only stood 5ft 3inches and all of 80 pounds. Just turned 14 years old and her first day of summer starts with winds so strong trees are collapsing around her. She just wants to make it to the creek it’s always been her safe space. But how can she make it there when this wind could easily knock her off her bike. She grasp her necklace it’s nothing fancy but it’s ...

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“Ruach the Breeze” by Yvonne Marotz

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Ruach, the Breeze Elovis could feel the breeze blowing over her face and body, as she walked into her Secret Garden. Eyes closed, standing in place, as she took in a deep breath, letting out a slow sigh of contentment. “Thank you Lord,” she whispered, as she opened her eyes and the place was bare of flowers, bare of lucious green grass, bare of decorations, but the breeze was there, warm against her skin and coming in waves. So much love, peace and contentment came with the breeze. It was so beautiful, even though...

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“UNDER THE JUNIPER TREE” by Julia Corliss

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Sitting on the bench and staring at the marker for her beloved husband’s grave under the juniper tree, Cheylene smiled as a gentle desert juniper-scented zephyr caressed her cheek making her remember her beloved’s last touch. The memories of that time in her life came like a movie flowing through her mind in exquisite detail with color, sound, and emotion.She saw herself sitting beside her beloved David in stillness, her breathing slowly moving in and out while his right hand rested in the palm of her left hand. He could still connect with h...

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“AND THAT IS THE WIND” by Jeffrey McDonald

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AND THAT IS THE WINDBy Jeff McDonaldJake sits on the rear deck of his sailboat enjoying the last Chinese takeout from Ho’s on the big island on his return trip to Baja. A gentle wind blows across his face but barely even ruffles his sails.“He will go nowhere if this keeps up,” he thinks as he sips from his water bottle.Any open-ocean crossing is dangerous, he knows this. You need a properly provisioned vessel, a good background in blue water sailing, the ability to read weather maps, and so forth and so on.“But the one thing you need for sur...

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“Red Feather Flight” by Barney Defanfaler

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Red Feather Flight By Marc Stutzel Eagle Tehan is mindfully sensing the afternoon's northern breezes as the tranquil young man sits upright, yet relaxed, with lids gently closed. His legs dangle over a wooden platform that sits atop a Great Grandaddy-sized lofty Red Oak. The focused young man is full-blooded First Peoples in heritage: his mother, Cherokee, and his father, Lacota. Eagle’s stocky, lean, well-defined muscular anatomy is fitted with cream-colored leather shorts. His Indigenous DNA-expressed bronze skin is gently toned from...

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“Buck Mountain” by Becky McMullen

Submitted to Contest #240

I feel the encouragement of the wind as it pushes against my back, massaging the muscles against cramping from exhaustion of carrying the 60pound pack of necessities for our weekend on the mountain. Listening to the scattered melody of birds as the strength of the wind increases, tossing leaves and twigs while forcing the trees to wave in welcoming of my girlfriend April, our dog and I to the top of Buck Mountain. The perfect place for reflection, appreciation for the present, and planning for the future.&...

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“The Sea Wolf” by Arielle Young

Submitted to Contest #240

“Wind speaks of a storm.” Kit glanced at Irving, and just at that moment, the light hairs on his exposed forearms lifted with the sigh of a cool breeze, drying his sweat slicked skin. Finally granting him a reprieve from a long day’s work on the sweltering deck. He turned his gaze out to the sapphire waters of the Atlantic, loping in small lazy waves that barely elicited an undulation of the ship, then looked up to the spotless sky. Another v...

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“Elegy on a Mountain” by Stanley Bordenave

Submitted to Contest #240

TW: references to death, suicideI am awakened by the cold breeze against my exposed face as well as by the intense pain in my back. I look to my left; I am stunned by the sky’s infinite void as well as by the spectacular view of the glacier-covered peaks and valleys of the Rocky Mountains. I’m lying on the edge of a narrow rock platform, suspended thousands of feet up in the air. I panic when I realize that Jess isn’t with me but I try not to move too much since any sudden movement will surely send me falling to my death. I continue to look ...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 138 stories

“Lunch” by Emily Rogers

“The Choice” by Tee Farewell

“Awakening Of Nagualon” by Sabin Cunningham

“Coffee and Cupids” by Bre O'Brien

“Lucid Puma” by Rock Martin

“Queen of the Damned” by Kellie Krevosky

“Whispering Woods” by Cynthia Hansford

“A windy nightmare” by Katrina French

“Ruach the Breeze” by Yvonne Marotz

“UNDER THE JUNIPER TREE” by Julia Corliss

“AND THAT IS THE WIND” by Jeffrey McDonald

“Red Feather Flight” by Barney Defanfaler

“Buck Mountain” by Becky McMullen

“The Sea Wolf” by Arielle Young

“Elegy on a Mountain” by Stanley Bordenave

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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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