Stares: microfiction

“I cannot handle all the stares anymore!” I said. “All because I wanted to be different.

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Melt: Twittering Tale

“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.