Microfiction ─ Part I.

A series of short stories, each told in 50 words or less.

( 001. )

The wild waves called to her, a sea breeze whispering in her ear. They called her crazy when she jumped off the cliff, but she knew she was truly home when the sea welcomed her with open arms.

( 002. )

When the clock read 9pm, he climbed the roof of his home and spent an hour gazing into the indigo night sky. It was the only way he could remember the color of her eyes.

( 003. )

She was brave enough to walk down memory lane, but not brave enough to knock on the doors of the houses lined down the street, where her demons resided.

( 004. )

The wind roared with the screams of the trees, the silent pleas of countless children lost and never found in the forest. She took one step further and stared in horror as her foot landed on a skull half-buried beneath the soil and roots of a tree.

( 005. )

She longed to see the world as it truly was, but the price asked of her was too high. "Your imagination for the world," the merchant demanded again.