A cloud forms, the air grows cold. The blue day suddenly gone grey, the moisture in pressing against my cheeks. The rain stars to fall and the air becomes charged, you can feel the lightning brewing up above. Charging. Collecting. Ready to unleash it’s destruction on the tallest structures around.
Here is the latest 50 word story, hope you like it. It’s inspired by this northern weather here in England, we have had a mini heat wave the past couple of days and just as suddenly as it began now it has ended and is raining again.
Lost and alone it was there I sat, on that wall, in front of that house. And what a choice that was! He came outside to me, and I chased him away numerous times but he always came back. I loved him so much and I miss him dearly now.
There is another one for you guys! This is based from the perspective of a secondary character in the short story I will be writing for Creative Writing.
Everyone in the office turned and stared. Their faces were twisted into shapes of pure terror, after all I was a mess. Some of my colleagues saw it coming, mainly because I told them it was going to happen. Needless to say not one of them liked my new haircut.
Cheese was the goal. Without cheese there was no hope. The Dangerous Cheese Excursion of ’11. I left equipped for outside, I normally do well at avoiding traps. Not today. So now here I lie, in pain, but the jokes on them. I got the bloody little piece of cheese.
50 Word Stories are something I am going to try and keep up on because it allows me to feel like I’m being creative, with minimal effort. Hey, that’s what being a student is all about right?