Inspired by this ridiculous wind.
I possess the most powerful lungs in the universe. My breath is a hurricane. I inhale and tree branches groan toward me from miles away. I let the breath go, and buildings are flattened under the current I create. I can hold my breath for seven years at once.
This is year six.
Packs a punch in so few well chosen words. And last line is brilliant
I really enjoyed the imagery. And, the humorous ending had me chuckling–it was unexpected.