My mom told me about a fiction contest for a story that is no more and no less than 50 words. 50 words is not much. So here's the story that I will be submitting:
Breezes
By Kelly Hayes
"It's true, your holiness. I heard the white man say: butterfy flap his wings here, make hurricane on other side of the world." If the breeze from a butterfly's wings could do that, what about birds? What about an eagle? Buddha let out a big belly sigh and across the world...
1 comment:
well done with such constraints!
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