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Write a story in which a character or object gets caught in a sudden gust of wind.

Posted in Short Story on Dec 5, 2025

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✍️ 29 stories

Grains of Sand

Submitted to Contest #332

In the twilight of the setting sun, Fucanglong clawed his way through the Earth’s thick crust like a rabid prairie dog escaping its dusty prison. A massive volcano marked his birth five hundred miles southwest from a small water town called Zhouzhuang, located in the Jiangsu province, China. The three-hundred foot long dragon slithered through jade waters and lush maidenhair trees like a monster born from nightmares. Its destructive path cut deep fissures in the land where magma rivers formed and boiled like a thousand supernovas. Fucanglo...

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Wizarding Agency for National Defense: Ice to Ski You

Submitted to Contest #332

Watching the snow fall, each flake as thick and fluffy as the last, my brain rejects what I’m seeing. See, the thing about snow is it usually falls down. This snow is falling up. Why is that? I look around, turning my ringing head left and right to see that I’m in a tree. Upside down. I’m dangling from the branches of a great big pine tree. What the hell am I doing up here? And why is it snowing? For some reason the first thing to come to my mind is that it’s mid June in New Hampshire. Okay, let’s take a moment and recollect my jumbled and t...

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The Storyteller

Submitted to Contest #332

Two scarred hands carefully parted the branches of an old tree stump, the hood pulled low, only the rise and fall of the person's breath visible. The figure looked toward the group across the street; the area, once filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, prepared meals, and playful children, had transformed after numerous gang conflicts into a scene of smashed, partially flipped cars, cracks in the sidewalks, and roads. “Eyes so big they can see you better at night,” the figure heard the woman say, noticing she paused briefly and loo...

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The Political Weather

Submitted to Contest #332

She knew Storm Justina was due to batter the city that day, but some appointments cannot be missed. Today is both hell and high water. The steps from the metro are slick, the handrail running with rivulets. Grey cascades from the sky in layers. Delays, delays, delays on the station’s tannoys, and every passenger seems clouded with fury and foreboding. She steps out into the street, blinking through what feels like a wall of water. The rain hammers so steadily it flattens every other sound into one continuous rush, allowing nothing distinct t...

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The Highest Mountain on Mars

Submitted to Contest #332

The Martian Award for Foolish Courage blends ten ultra-light metals in a spiral pendant, a lustrous rainbow of pearlescent, gunmetal, and chrome. Clasped on a silken red ribbon, it is bestowed annually on those who best exemplify the founding principles of Martian society: tenacity in the face of overwhelming odds, high tolerance for personal risk, and misplaced confidence. Every year, ten recipients are invited to a ceremony atop Olympus Mons, the highest mountain in the solar system, to receive the award. It is the highest, and the lowest,...

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The Fog Lake Ferox

Submitted to Contest #332

Regina Penman, the secretary of the ARC Arthurian Readers Club, blew in through the door of Malory Tennyson’s Cloudbank Cabin for Arthurian Studies, accompanied by a flurry of leaves. She pushed the door shut with her hip and stood leaning against it to get her breath back.“So, the climate is still not so ‘Camelot Perfect All the Year’. The wind was never like this in the past!” she observed.“We call it the Fog Lake Ferox” said Little Plump Jo, who was the current Artisan in Residence in Cloudbank Cabin. “They say we have only had winds this...

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The Copper Leaf

Submitted to Contest #332

August always tumbled towards autumn just a little earlier than most in Brannagh’s Rest. It could be because it’s in the northeast, but could be because the old Irish soil the city’s ancestors brought with them insisted on maintaining its own calendar. By the first weekend, the evenings always carried a small bite; nothing fierce, just a nip that reminded the villagers to don a sweater before the sun dipped. It was this chill that Kiera Rose O’Connell, age nine and proud of it, loved most about the end of summer. It also meant the campfire n...

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The Whirlwind

Submitted to Contest #332

The Ordinary World: I just wanted to get out of the game. I was tired of it. It was January and it was cold. I was out there on the block, looking after my crew, wishing I was back at the crib with the heat turned up watching some ESPN or some shit. But we all gotta make a living. Alejandro and Luis were out there and my cousin Santino texted me to say he was on his way. Just another day. The customers came and went, the police rolled past and the old ladies gave me their nasty looks. They aint stupid. They know what’s up. I was tired of it ...

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Cloud Nine

Submitted to Contest #332

Hammond was quite literally walking on clouds. Not just because today was day one of his big promotion. He was moving out of the mail room and up to the 113th floor of SkyCap Industries — 97 floors and 4 cubicles closer to Julie than he ever thought he’d be. He tried not to think about her too much, to not be weird about it, but he couldn’t help the way his pulse spiked every morning when he caught sight of her; the swaying of her short, orange hair as she stood before him in line for the bagel cart, or a few paces away at the crosswalk.But ...

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The Ball

Submitted to Contest #332

When I was six, my dad left us to go to Auckland. It wasn’t an abandonment, he had tuberculosis. Rural Ngāruawāhia was never going to be able to treat him. If you were going to go to our nearest hospital, you wanted to have functioning lungs. In Auckland, they took half of one of his away.The whanau, led by Koro, my father’s father, decided mum should go too, leaving her three children behind. The older two, my brother and sister, stayed with him and his wife, who we called Skinny Kuia. I went with my Kuia from Mum’s side. I was secret...

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THE WIND AT WILLOW STREET

Submitted to Contest #332

THE WIND AT WILLOW STREETWillow street came alive every October, but only in the way small towns know how-gently. The lanterns strung between lampposts glowed like captured fireflies, vendors set out jars of spiced honey and apple butter, and the old record shop spun vinyl’s of jazz guitar that threaded warmly through the air. Nora Weston liked the festival for one reason: no one expected anything from her there. She didn’t have to smile because someone was watching. She didn’t have to pretend she had her life mapped out. She could just flic...

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Silent Keys on Christmas Eve

Submitted to Contest #332

The freeway stretched black and endless beneath the starlit December sky, its shoulders rimmed with snowdrifts that gleamed under the moon. Swirls of snow from the north wind slithered like snakes across the road, hissing as they scraped against the guardrail. Inside the car, the heater hummed, but the cold pressed through the seams, frosting the edges of the windshield. Michael gripped the wheel tighter than usual, jaw set against the storm, guilt pressing in like a second weight on his chest. He had stayed late in the city to file a brief,...

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Where the Wind Leads

Submitted to Contest #332

The caves, well, the tunnels, they seemed like they would never end. But the stone wasn’t excavated. Not by man, at least. Didn’t look natural either. The rock was coarse, sure, but the shape… almost a perfect circle. They wound and twisted like some great creature’s veins. A maze. A gigantic maze hidden beneath Eldara. There was just the three of us. We were only looking for somewhere to sleep. Streets get far too cold this time of year, and when you can’t defend yourself, your options are slim. We just stumbled across the place by accident...

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The First Star

Submitted to Contest #332

I was standing in the rain.Not storm rain, not heavy, angry thunder rain—just that quiet, steady kind that seeps into everything without announcing itself. It hit my face like cold fingertips, slid into my collar, dripped from my sleeves. I didn’t care. I just stood there and let it wash over me because something in my chest had cracked open again. Once those memories push through, there’s no stopping them. Rain always brings me back.Snow too.Any weather that softens the noise of the world pulls me straight into the past. And suddenly I’m a ...

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THE GUST THAT MADE ME

Submitted to Contest #332

You know you’re going to be something special when you’re among the top of the selection. I’m pretty sure I was the only selection actually. My mom is young, healthy, and not trying to risk multiple pregnancies. The people with the goggles couldn’t get enough of me. Poking, prodding, oooh-ing, ahhh-ing. Like a model walking down the runway, slowly smoldering their desperate audience. Then it was time for the transfer.Goodbye bright lab filled with clicking instruments and way too many roommates. It’s time for me to get a new apartment. My ne...

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