The dust of the unpaved road was starting to burn in her eyes. Although it seemed to stretch as far behind her as it did before her, she started to doubt this road worked the way ordinary roads do. Ordinary roads lead somewhere, and have an occasional bend in them, but this one didn't particularly seem to care about any such rules. After a while, she decided to just stop thinking about it, and start wondering about what she would do if she would finally reach a destination. After all this time in dusty purgatory, it would be one hell of a change.
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100 Colours
Short StoryThis is a collection of 100 short stories, around 100 words each, inspired by 100 colours. The link to the list of colours will be provided in the first chapter, as it was not created by me. If anyone decides to give this prompt list a whirl themsel...
