“I cannot handle all the stares anymore!” I said. “All because I wanted to be different.
“Run for your life!” cackling shouts and thunder echoed through the air. Broomsticks were hidden away. The people prayed for the clouds to burst. The sky broke, heavy raindrops watched the deaf witches melt away. All this, of course, is ancient history. They have umbrellas now. 273 characters. Thanks for reading! Written for Twittering Tales.
A short story: Just the breeze? Roger had never been more offended.
There’s a sea, just off the coast of wherever you live, that’s so famous you probably haven't heard of it. It’s famous because it hasn’t displayed waves in over a hundred years.
The warm sun was making me drowsy, leaves from the tree overhead were falling. I waved my arms and watched my shadow.
A 280 character story
The sun was high and the sunflowers looked up at it, the wind was dead. This day was perfect, the people were the right amount of scared to taste good. And the people knew this.