She hopped across the scorched fields with a cheer that was utterly inappropriate considering the situation.
"This is a battlefield," I hiss. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"I'm bringing some positive energy to this dreadful place", she proclaims joyfully. "It's the first thing they teach you in every magic academy. Wherever there is simply to much negative energy, you gotta balance it out with some positive vibes."
I sincerely doubt she is telling me the truth. In fact, I'm even beginning to doubt the fact that she ever went to an academy, magical or not. Still, I hop after her, plastering a smile on my face.
You know, just to be sure.
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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*
