One Thing at a Time by Devnanda Manjunadh
Digital Art
Wounded by Aaron Howe
Flash Nonfiction
Wounds hurt... however, they always disappear.
When I was in middle school, I went on a school trip to a camp in Wisconsin. During that trip, we played a tag-like game in a forest near a field. While I was playing that game, I was running around a muddy bend on a path and I slipped and fell and someone else fell on top of me. My arm was in extreme pain so I went to the hospital. After getting an X-ray, the doctor said that I had fractured my collarbone — which is apparently one of the most painful bones to break — so I had to wear a sling for a few months. My arm eventually got better and now, it is as good as new. The six-word story had to do with this because it was really painful but eventually went away. Another way that the six-word story goes along with this is because I was upset with the person who fell on me but I then realized that it was an accident so I am no longer upset at them. Being upset at the other person was the wound but it eventually healed.
When I was in middle school, I went on a school trip to a camp in Wisconsin. During that trip, we played a tag-like game in a forest near a field. While I was playing that game, I was running around a muddy bend on a path and I slipped and fell and someone else fell on top of me. My arm was in extreme pain so I went to the hospital. After getting an X-ray, the doctor said that I had fractured my collarbone — which is apparently one of the most painful bones to break — so I had to wear a sling for a few months. My arm eventually got better and now, it is as good as new. The six-word story had to do with this because it was really painful but eventually went away. Another way that the six-word story goes along with this is because I was upset with the person who fell on me but I then realized that it was an accident so I am no longer upset at them. Being upset at the other person was the wound but it eventually healed.