This afternoon I went outside for lunch for the first time in a very long time.
I needed to get some air, as well as head down to the shops to put money on my transport card.

As soon as I left the building the cold hit me hard.
I didn’t understand why. The sun was out. Clouds were few and far between.
Why was it so cold?

After a few minutes I began to cough. It was harder than it had been previously.
I had to stop walking as all my energy was going into my coughing.

I began to convulse and run out of air.
I felt my face become pained as I fell to the ground.
I felt something welling from inside me.
Feeling as though I was going to throw up, I tried to keep my head to the side as I kepy coughing.

I felt it coming up fast.
Unable to stop coughing and prevent anything from exiting my body, I tried to keep my mouth open as much as I could.

To my surprise, a large gust of wind escape me instead.

The coughing stopped immediately after and I felt much better.

The rest of my work day went by nicely. My cough was gone so I was able to keep focus on my work.

However, by the time I finished work, things weren’t looking too good.

As I headed to the train station it began to rain heavily.
Winds picked up and made it hard to move.

I kept on walking but the further I moved, the heavier the rain became and the faster the wind blew.

I took shelter at a bus stop and watched as the rain became almost blinding.

The wind was bending trees, looking as though it was going to tear them from the ground and carry them away.

I looked around at the danger around me.
When my eyes reached an oval, I noticed something.

The gust that I coughed up earlier was there, seemingly dictating the whole event.
It was worrisome, to say the least.

I decided the best course of action would be to confront it, take it down and save the day.

I ran into the torrential rain towards the oval.
As soon as I reached it I jumped into the gust.

Now, as this is a terrible story, I feel that it is only appropriate that it has an equally terrible ending that doesn’t make sense.

As soon as I was in the centre of the gust, I pulled out a glass of lemonade that I always carried with me.

Sensing this, the gust dissipated immediately, as this was its weakness.

The rain and wind disappeared almost immediately.

As I thought about the turmoil that had unfolded, I realised that the journey was far from over.

I hopped on my horse and rode off into the sunset, not realising that I was heading off in the wrong direction for a long time.

The end.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 17:15:73
Still a bit slow but its the first bit of fiction I’ve written in a while.
I’m somewhat amazed at how bad it is, but it could have been much worse.