This is a short story about something, I'm not aloud to say what it is, only describe it. I hope you enjoy!
As the wind blows on my face I'm a mouse on a huge fan. No one else around, stranded in the sky. As the world starts to appear from beneath the clouds, its time for my parachute. The only thing stopping me from being a stain on the ground. I'm terrified yet so exited. I'm reaching for the ground, desperate to touch something other that air but when I do, I start to feel heavy like a whale with a full belly. I feel sick, I think I'm going to lose my lunch. I guess I wont have a full belly for long.
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