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

Posted in Short Story on Jan 31, 2025

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“Summer” by Acadia G

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A whoosh of air freed itself from the young man's lips, a gentle breeze softly mimicking him. The sun was warm on his face and stray pieces of hay tickled his damp skin. Summer.An ache coiled in his lower back, retrieving him from behind the red haze of his closed eyelids. He reached for the pitchfork he had propped against the wall, his calloused hands wrapping around the smooth wood of the handle. He set to work filling stalls with golden, prickly straw, an easiness about him that the world rarely saw. The steady crackling of the dried ste...

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“THE CRY OF THE GULLS” by Glenna Agnew

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THE CRY OF THE GULLS Delaney leaned against the palm tree. The rough pseudo bark poked relentlessly into her skin. She didn't move. The tropical breeze caressed her cheek and gently lifted her hair so that she felt the warm wind envelop her. Several seagulls hovered overhead, riding the winds, their wings outstretched while dozens of their companions littered the beach, their hungry squawking, creating a din in her ears. They searched among the small crabs, fish, and shells that lined the beach after the tide went out...

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“Dreams of madness” by Shelby Kazynski

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The cool, dark night had surrounded us, and there was a blanket of stars to light the way. As I rode, the gentle breeze danced across my skin, and through the white mane of my horse. I could feel the soft, delicate hair of his golden coat, as my hand toyed with the tiny bit of hair at the base of his withers. I leaned my head back and let out a sigh, and I could feel my horse relax underneath me. Why hadn't I done this so long ago? I fervently tried to remember the reason why I had not ridden my beloved horse in so long, but the ...

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“The Lucky Molecule” by Sam Barrett

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“Hey…whoa!” The words barely escape my mouth before a gust of wind tears me away from Libby.“Gem!” I hear Libby cry, but her voice is drowned out by the sound of one of my nitrogen atoms brushing none-too-gently across the old man's prickly face.“Ow!” Before I have a moment to register my discomfort, the world around me is enveloped in a grayish pink color. I can feel the windy vortex pulling me faster and I'm utterly powerless to stop it. The other molecules around me yell and quake with fear as our pink surroundings turn to red, and as eno...

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“Gray Sam” by Colum Knight

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GRAY SAMby Colum KnightThe most violent and subtle forces of nature are perceived by instinct. An inspired pertinence, wreathed in haste and some unwitting foreknowledge, account for the survival of birds, the skittish rodents of the city streets, the playful animals of the country field. They had all gone before Samuel woke that day. The city was empty except for its humans. A storm was coming, and Samuel had not yet sensed it. Still, guided by some vague and strident thing within him, he ventured out toward an open space, driven and pertur...

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“Forsaken Oath ” by Daniela Bello

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A breeze brushed against my skin, carrying the scent of iron and smoke. My breath was heavy, my chest rising and falling as I stood amidst the chaos.Splashes of blood stained my face, warm and sticky, remnants of the battle that had just ended.Bodies lay scattered across the field, the echoes of clashing steel and dying cries still ringing in my ears. The sun, now dipping toward the horizon, cast long shadows over the carnage, painting everything in hues of gold and crimson.I tightened my grip on my weapon, my fingers numb from the fight. Ar...

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“Trooper's Sunrise” by Nicole Kuek

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Trooper Banks shifted his weight on the firestep and adjusted his grip on the sniper rifle. His hand trembled as stiff muscles jerked into action. Just an hour more. Banks had his sleeves rolled up but barely felt the sea breeze brushing against his skin. The entirety of his body was grime, a caking of dirt and days’ old sweat—not all of it his. He spotted movement through the eyepiece and tensed his finger around the trigger, and then loosened. The enemy sniper moved; nothing out of the ordinary. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes har...

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“The Breeze of Death” by Richard Morris

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The man emerged from the sea, shuddering violently, his lips a ghastly blue-purple shade. The cool ocean breeze slithered across his drenched skin, raising sharp goosebumps, contracting and retracting unmentionable male body parts, pulling and shrinking until they all but vanished. He was naked. A woman, watching from a distance, shifted in her seat and silently slid off her chair. The man trudged up the sands of Black Gull Cove, a secluded clothing-optional beach known for its eerie silence and the way the tide seemed to whisper...

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“Quiet of the Storm” by Calla Lundberg

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*This story includes subjects of gore, violence, and abstractions of suicide. Please note before reading. The wind kissed my arm like my Ma did on late summer evenings. Late summer evenings, like the ones where the moon was refracted in my window panes, or the ones when the horizon smiled with a pink dusted cheek. It was the kind of warm feeling that made you remember the cold. The sense of serenity I felt on those nights always prepared me for the sense of fear I knew I was fixing to have in my later years. Like when that big storm was comi...

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“All Those Far-Off Places” by Alex Kamczyc

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Note: this story contains themes of mental health issues, suicide and toxic masculinity. Alex didn’t understand why he was crying. He did, however, understand that he hated himself for it.He was alone in his car. The soft hum of its engine and the music barely drowned out his attempts at choking down the pain he could not articulate. His eyes stung with salty moisture that threatened to abandon ship every time his car hit the uneven pavement of Interstate I-76 West too hard. His ears, afflicted with tinnitus, hissed like dead air, scrambling...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 70 stories

“Summer” by Acadia G

“THE CRY OF THE GULLS” by Glenna Agnew

“Dreams of madness” by Shelby Kazynski

“The Lucky Molecule” by Sam Barrett

“Gray Sam” by Colum Knight

“Forsaken Oath ” by Daniela Bello

“Trooper's Sunrise” by Nicole Kuek

“The Breeze of Death” by Richard Morris

“Quiet of the Storm” by Calla Lundberg

“All Those Far-Off Places” by Alex Kamczyc

🌟 Similar prompts

Set your story during — or just before — a storm.

Write a story where the weather mirrors a character’s emotions.

Start or end your story with someone standing in the rain.

Set your story in a place where the weather never changes.

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