50 Word Story #14

I was a man of tweny-five when I fell in love with the middle school teacher. To many that wouldn’t seem a problem, but the fact I’d been in her class twelve years previously complicated things. To transition from corrected papers to tangled sheets was no mere fantasy, but scandal.

2 thoughts on “50 Word Story #14”

  1. “…but the fact I’d been in her class twelve years previously complicated things.” That would definitely complicate matters. No getting around it. I can just imagine the rumors that would spread about both parties.

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  2. And here’s my #14:

    Lord Deama stood on the balcony and watched the elemental magic fall from the sky.

    Ribbons of blue.

    Jagged lines of marbled purple and white.

    Ruffled greens.

    Rippled red-orange.

    They hit the ground and merged with it, enriching it.

    Lord Deama’s ears flattened in relaxed lines. “I love my world.”

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