The following is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge.

 

The last bits of sunshine vanished into the awaiting horizon. Dark velvety ink now bled in the sky, strewn over with strings of twinkling stars.

Cold air bit against my skin, but our laughter echoing through the streets vibrated through my system: a warmth in the chilly evening.

The three of us strolled under the silver moon, a crescent jewel in the sky aligned with Jupiter and Venus, sharing stories of the past.

Their eyes shone with joy as we wandered the sidewalk.

I looked at my companions, pinching myself. This is real. Their laughter, our stories.

I smiled. Finally.

 

 

 

Shaina Marrie Dayon
16
Philippines

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