The wind is wheezing past my face. My heart is racing in my chest, as if it's trying to leap out of its bony cage. My stomach rises and falls with the sweeping motion my body is trapped in. Every now and then, my head bangs uncomfortably against the plastic headrest behind it. More importantly, I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing about a minute ago.
As I am finally released of the deathtrap that is this rollercoaster, my friend grins at me. "Want to go again?"
I huff at the silly question. My face still has to appear green from the nauseating experience.
"Never."
Author's Note: This is pure fiction. I love rollercoasters.
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
