Thursday, 28 March 2013

100-Word Story I wrote for a Competition



The wind licked at my exposed ankles as my long skirt swayed in the breeze.  I’d never seen my home town from that angle before.  As I scanned the rooftops in search of my childhood home, memories flooded back; the playground bullying, the day the bad thoughts started, the way no one ever listened.  Right there, as I stood on top of the world, I was empty.  I didn’t care for anything, and no one cared for me.  I was fed up of being lost.  So I lifted one foot, and stretched it out in front of me.  Then I jumped.

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