Three Paragraph Short Stories

Cells

  Looking up into the baby blue sky, everything seemed smaller. A greedy essence fell over her. The want, the need, and the crave to be free taunted her. Knowing that all she ever wanted was just out her reach was torturous. The clouds looked slickly beautiful in the open sky, accenting the plain terrain that was splashed with colour and life. The ground trailed off into the distance; a never-ending heaven of wildlife and nature. It was so perfect it seemed suspicious.

Her fingers trailed against the cold bars, confining her from freedom. A sudden burst of determination swept over her mind. That feeling of strength took over every inch, every muscle of her body. Her dream she longed to get was right in front of her, and nothing could keep her from it. In one sudden swift movement, she gripped the bars with her hands, and wrenched them out of place.

Every step out of the cold damp cell seemed like ecstasy. Every breath made her feel like she could do anything and everything in history and nothing could take her down. She broadly smiled from ear to ear, as she had found freedom; not matter how suspicious it seemed to be.