Start or end your story with a breeze brushing against someone’s skin.

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“Head in the Clouds” by Tom Skye

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Mother is in the garden again. She is by the pond looking at the sky and clouds. From the way she is stretching out her neck and motioning her chin, I can tell she is catching the breeze on her face, sensing its direction and strength. She wants to know in which way the clouds are moving or how quickly they will be out of sight.Like many people these days, Mother is fascinated by clouds. This sounds boastful, but I know more about them than her, despite being only nine years old. Twelve weeks ago, I received an illustrated book from Father b...

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“Eat Teach Love” by Rebecca Detti

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‘Mummy I’m just going to take Fergie for a w-a-l-k-i-e-s’ looking at the bundle of energy that was out 4-year-old springer spaniel and hoping that she had forgotten how to spell. ‘Where are you off to?’ ‘Just down to Crooklets beach, over the cliffs and back home. Shouldn’t be more than about an hour. I want some fresh air before we consume our body weight in Turkey and Tiramisu.’‘You don’t need to worry about that love. You’re looking like a skinny bean. It’s all that Italian living agreeing with you.’Italian loving more like.I’m ...

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“The Last Dance” by Michelle A

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It truly was a lovely wedding. The late afternoon sun painted the garden in warm hues, weaving through the canopy of towering oaks draped in twinkling fairy lights. The smell of fresh blooms filled the air, carried by a warm breeze sweeping through the garden, brushing against Margaret’s skin—a soft, fleeting, almost familiar touch.Laughter shimmered across the open air, lantern glows gleaming off the faces of the smiling guests, flushed with love and champagne. A band played from a small stage, the singer’s beautiful voice serenading the da...

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“A drama in space” by Sasan Sedighi

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As she had been trained, Elara systematically checked the integrity of her spacesuit and its comms one last time before starting the airlock sequence. "I'm ready, John," she informed the station commander. Colonel John Wood, a veteran Air Force pilot and experienced astronaut, had served as the International Space Station commander for the past year. John had spent more time in space and zero gravity than anyone else on the space station."You're clear to go," John replied, watching her movements on his monitor 40 meters away in the command c...

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“Waiting” by Paige Vest

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A soft breeze brushed against her bare arms as Lillis busily cleared dirty dishes and arranged chairs that had been left crooked as customers had gotten up to leave. She wiped the dark wood surface of the tables and then pushed a broom around the stone tiles. Customers had filled tables as soon as they were vacated all afternoon, but the patio was finally empty. Except for the woman with the perfectly-styled dark blonde hair, shot through with white, who sat facing the steps down to the sidewalk, a glass of wine on the table at her elbow. Li...

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“The Long night. ” by Ellie Osborne

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It's the coldest night of the year so far. Vivian won't sleep. Not for at least another three months. She tries to ignore the pressure burning behind her eyes. A soft breeze brushes against her frost-bitten cheeks, almost as if trying to comfort her. "It's awful. I'm sorry," the wind whispers. The Snow is beginning to soak the bottoms of her shoes, and her toes had gone numb ages ago. She clutches her hands to her chest, softly blowing on her fingers to keep them warm. She hadnt slept last night. Nor the night before. It'...

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“This Trick I Do” by Elizabeth Rich

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"Have you ever done biofeedback before?" asked the medical assistant."No. But I have this trick that I do when I go to the doctor and they're taking my blood pressure," I answered."Really? What do you do?" she asked."I picture myself lying like a starfish on a king-sized mattress in a hotel room, and there's a sliding glass door that's open. There are sheer curtains, and a gentle breeze gives a light sway to them. The breeze coming in is warm, and I feel the breeze, but just barely. Outside, I hear the wind in the trees and the sounds of a g...

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“The False Messiah” by Nathan Chandler

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Seraphis, City of PriestsLand of the Celestial Order23rd day of AscensiusYear of Our Lord 5950 A.R."In the rector’s hall where lessons ring, From a book of life will truth soon bring, Look past the brightest star that glows, Behind the cross where darkness grows, A temple built on shifting land, Hides the throne crushed by His hand."Rachel started as the towering angel glared at her.“Good morning, Sister. Papers, please.”Six and a half feet of iron and plastic, the android loomed over her, its gray, human-like face expressionless. At times ...

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“Caught a Light Breeze” by J Christian Connett

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Caught a Light Sneeze The café doors swung open with a quiet chime, and Damian stepped inside, the hum of conversation folding around him. The air smelled of roasted coffee, cinnamon, and something warm—something familiar, yet changed. It had been months since he had last walked into this space with the weight of something unresolved pressing into his chest. Months since he had stood outside in the rain, watching Lila through the window, uncertain of where he belonged. Now, the world had shifted once again. He adjusted the guitar case slung...

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“A Poem I Wrote From The Branches Of A Cottonwood Tree” by Raye McLaughlin

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I want to share a poem I wrote about the wind, but since Reedsy requires at least 1,000 words to publish something, I am offering you the story of how the poem came to pass. If you are interested in my silly ramblings about the wind and trees and how much I love being outside in the place I live, you are welcome to continue reading. Otherwise, I will not be insulted if you skip to the poem at the end of this work. Summer in my home is enchanting. The winters are cold and exhausting here- and seem to drag longer than their allotted season...

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“Ana” by Elisabeth Mendoza

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The letter arrived after Michael had already left. It was just as well, for if he had stayed a little longer, he would have discovered it and tossed it in the trash, muttering—as he often did—about how careless people could be with addresses. I would have defended them, saying people are too busy to double-check such things, and he would have given me that playful look of his, followed by, “what do you know about a busy life? You haven’t worked a day in your life, my love. And I’ll make sure it stays that way.” He would have winked, one of t...

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“Seth” by Alice Stein

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She picked up a pebble and it felt as cold as the wind brushing her skin. Its icyness soothed her palms, sore from rowing. Sara had rowed to the center of the bay for the third day straight, but still had no courage to plunge in. It wasn’t the cold that scared her, but the pain of being completely wrapped up by the lion mane jellyfish and, ultimately, the fear that she might be losing her mind.Sara placed the black pebble back on the sand. It had all started two weeks earlier. Her life felt stale and she missed the time when she believed in ...

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“Cornish Weekend” by Avril Armstrong

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Cornish Weekend 1480 words excl. title Ah! Peace! The breeze on my cheeks. The wind singing in the cords, the rush of the updraught, the buoyancy of the thermals over the cliffs. Just me. Alone. Alone up here. Swinging free. Solitude. Nothing better than solitude. Selfish? Maybe - but why? Nothing wrong with enjoying your own company. Absolute advantage on a desert island. OK then, I'm selfish. But isn't everybody? Perhaps that was why it all had all gone wrong with Rebecca. Rick pushed the thought away, checked his position and pulled a...

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“After the Fire” by Brittnie Bowling

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Bianca sat on the couch in the lounge still in her formal wear, her hands cupping her nose and mouth with her leg shaking. She was scared, she knew her father was on the call as well as Eli was. She had a bad feeling about this one. She sat there for what felt like forever till she heard her father over the monitor saying that he was taking over command and Chief Young was taking a crew inside and would be radio contact. Bianca started to shake uncontrollably when some other women came in laughing. They saw her sittin...

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“There’s No One Here But the Dead” by Michael Jefferson

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The other soldiers laugh at Francois, who is wearing a long-sleeved shirt in the oppressive hundred-degree heat. The rest of the men in the Third Lovari Regiment have stripped off their thick uniform shirts, fighting in their camouflaged T-shirts. “Aren’t you hot?” Herve Verdun asks. “We’re not supposed to be out of uniform,” Francois replies. “If you think our Helican officers care, then the heat really has gotten to you.” A beagle pads through the muddy turf toward Herve. Herve picks it up, stroking its fur. “Good ole, Karma…” “What do you...

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Start or end your story with a breeze brushing against someone’s skin.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 70 stories

“Head in the Clouds” by Tom Skye

“Eat Teach Love” by Rebecca Detti

“The Last Dance” by Michelle A

“A drama in space” by Sasan Sedighi

“Waiting” by Paige Vest

“The Long night. ” by Ellie Osborne

“This Trick I Do” by Elizabeth Rich

“The False Messiah” by Nathan Chandler

“Caught a Light Breeze” by J Christian Connett

“A Poem I Wrote From The Branches Of A Cottonwood Tree” by Raye McLaughlin

“Ana” by Elisabeth Mendoza

“Seth” by Alice Stein

“Cornish Weekend” by Avril Armstrong

“After the Fire” by Brittnie Bowling

“There’s No One Here But the Dead” by Michael Jefferson

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