I crawl into a tunnel, not exactly sure where it leads. It’s 4cm in diameter, but in my miniscule form It’s massive.
I reach the end of the tunnel, pushing the flap as I peer out over the city.
I cling onto the balcony, as I grow myself back to normal. I peer over the railing, smelling smoke and ash.
“This is phenomenal!” I scream.
I look down at the city once more as wings burst through the back of my shirt. I hook my hands onto the railing as I jump off the balcony.
“I need to fix this”
Hi Ezra,
Excellent writing this week. Your character seems to possess some interesting abilities, and I thought that the way you described their perspective when small or when flying was done very well.
I was also impressed at the amount of interesting details you managed to include in this piece, despite the limit on words. All of these helped to paint a vivid image of the events that were unfolding.
Keep up the good work,
Anna (Team 100WC, Edinburgh)