S T O R Y F I V E:
His shirt was soaked with sweat. His legs burned as he hiked up the dirt path, his feet slipping ever-so-slightly on a few loose rocks.
As he pushed forward, breaking into an all out run, he finished the last few feet of the trail within moments. He stood, atop the mountain before the rising sun, looking out at the miles of rock, forest, and water, overcome by the sense of tranquility instilled from the silent beauties of nature.
He sat, unquestionably happy as the sun rose, bathing the world around him in magnificent shades of gold.
Finally, everything felt aligned.
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100 Word Stories
Short StoryFlash Fiction ● A form of fiction that "communicates via caesuras and crevices. There is no asking more, no premise of comprehensiveness, because flash fiction is a form that privileges excision over agglomeration."
