In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a wishing star. It can be central to the story or used in a different way. You can have a character interact or not. Go where the prompt leads.
They Called Him Fireweed
They nicknamed him Fireweed for a reason. He spread out his leaves with openness to the world. He was wild in spirit, a perfect rebel and completely him without apologies. His stem was his strong backbone: “Come at me and I’ll come at you. Otherwise we can get on, I prefer to get on with people in all honesty.” They called him Fireweed because beneath the strong exterior he was gentle. He could break but he couldn’t show he was fragile. Too many people seen that as weakness. Instead he put up a fight against the elements each day.
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