Falling.
I like the feeling of falling.
Wind rushing past me as I plummet back through the atmosphere.
Open my eyes and watch the sky get further.
Don't think... There's nothing to think... Just fall...
Float in the air, quiet as an early winter morning.
Peaceful...
I don't want to hit the ground.
I just want to fall.
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Flash Fictions
Short Storythis is a series of flash fictions I write whenever I get writers block on a main story or if I find a really interesting prompt. these are probably gonna be really random.
