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Open Mic: The Wind by Millie Jeske

The breeze whispered around the treetops. One small yellow leaf fell to the ground. Spectators, the few that there were, thought nothing of the light breeze that played with their hair, twisting it about. Birds flew into it to lift themselves higher into the cavernous sky above. They liked the wind today. Sparrows soared. Doves dipped. Ducks dived. Purple and yellow pansies swayed in its wake; their clown faces tilted up to the bright azure sky. The willowy cat tails quivered as the breeze blew by them. Yet the breeze desired more.

The breeze puffed up against the bushes. It grew; it lengthened; it reached for the sky. The breeze became a wind. It sprayed water over the fishermen, gently misting their skin. It fingered its way around, reaching out to touch the clouds. It shook the river birches’ branches, letting them know it was there. The wind rushed around corners. It nudged a woman’s red hat, quickly lifting it up into the sky, only to let it float slowly down. Yet the wind desired more.

The wind pushed harder and harder. It wanted to be noticed. It picked up speed. The wind grew into a gust. Kites were picked up by the rough wind, and they became one with it. They dazzled the hearts of all the children playing. “Aha,” thought the wind. “I have gotten the attention of the young ones.” It propelled itself into the emerald-colored lake. It frothed the surface until it turned into whitecaps. Yet the gust desired more.

It propelled against the streetlights, against everyone who had ignored it. The large gust grew into a gale. The unbridled wind shook the houses and the roofs. It banged against the doors. People fled to safety. Sailing boats tipped back and forth in the tumultuous waves of the lake. The boats crashed into the surf. The gale hurled itself against the fleeing people as they left to seek shelter, as if to say, “Why do you leave?” It then realized the truth.

The breeze whispered around the treetops. One small yellow leaf fell to the ground.

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Meet the Author

How old are you?
I am seventeen years old.

Where do you live?
I live in Tyler, Texas, a city about two hours away from Dallas.

What classes are you taking with TPS?
I am taking Spanish Two with the awesome Señor Poortenga and U.S. Government & Economics with Mr. Mailand.

What’s your favorite thing about writing?
I love being able to express myself in words, and I really enjoy doing that in a creative way. I don’t always enjoy writing when its something that I have to do, but when I get to do it on my own time and in my own style, I enjoy it immensely!

Some fun facts:
I love reading, and generally I stay up way too late reading books like Anne of Green Gables.
I have three cats, one dog, and a fish.

12 Comments

  1. This is so pretty aaahhh the imagery-
    great jobbb
    (Also, AoGG ftw lol)

  2. This is beautiful! Thank you for sharing, Millie! 😀

  3. This is beautiful!! I loved this soooo much!!! Keep up the good work 🙂

  4. Really Good job!!
    I really enjoyed reading it!

  5. wow Millie! That was so lovely! i love your writing and hope you continue with it!

  6. Thanks Kimberly and Oliver!

  7. WOW this is so good! I love your descriptions Millie!

  8. Incredible writing! I guess you could say I was… blown away

    sorry.

  9. Thanks Jed and Abigail! :p