Just the breeze: a 200 word story

A short story: Just the breeze? Roger had never been more offended.

Fire: a story

I was walking on the road, the warm polluted air hitting my face as my feet hit the dirty ground, when I saw something.

The Letter

“This is the third one this month,” said Finnea, her pale cheeks were tinted red. “I've gotten one every Friday so far.” She showed the letter to Kenna.

The Nightmare

Typo couldn't sleep. He tossed and rolled in bed. He tried fiddling with the temperature of the room, he tried sleeping with the blanket off and with the blanket on. He flipped his pillow over so much, neither side felt cold. Sweat dripped down his forehead.

Wasteland

It was exactly what they had said it would be. She stood in front of the sign. 'Wasteland: Do not enter' And under that, 'Population: 6'

Defying Gravity

“I'm only dying metaphorically!” she shouted as they pushed her into the hospital on a stretcher. She could smell that characteristic hospital smell, the smell of failed attempts to hide evidence of pain: bleach and disinfectant. And some sort of air conditioner that probably claimed to be honey and lavender and pine scented but actually …