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The cold wind that blows my face, the chilly air that I embrace, the wet grass that chills my toes, the sweet scent that fills my nose, the happiness my friends share, the way there always there to...
Imagine you wake up in a wood. You're lying on small twigs and hard dusty ground, pine needles join the party.
I woke up with head pounding and mouth dry. My legs and neck ached and complained loudly about being cramped up all night. I rubbed them vigorously and stretched them out trying to alleviate the pain.
Hmmmm..... Oh there you are. Me and you, we'll go far - well, for a little while. You shouldn't be left on a shelf for somebody else.
At the end of the road you stand. Certain of where your going, and sure of how you are going to get there. A rhythm travels down the road, loud and strong-your heartbeat; echoing.
The golden glow of the sun awakes, as it brings itself to glisten brightly over a vast shimmering ocean.
I felt alive this morning, for the first time in a while i felt human. I could feel myself inhale, hear myself exhale. Feel the tickle of the breeze from my window on my bare shoulders. I was awake.
They shoot, like stars, Into the sky, to show what. Nobody knows but this, Shows miracles, in action, Show pain, through explosion, The boom deafens and surprises, Like a gun shot in the sky, bang.
I sit there. On the beach. Scratching my fingers through the cool sand. The wind ruffles my hair. And chills my bare feet. The water is unbearably cold. Sending a chill down my spine.
She could hear an odd sound in the distance. She closed her eyes and concentrated -- it was music, she was sure of it. It was not like normal music, it was better.
Bubbles, bubbles in my bath I scoop them up, they make me laugh To blow on them, and watch them fly Floating up into the sky Bubbles, bubbles in my bath Fire, fire candle burning Vanilla scent, my...
Before the story, the title was what we had to write about, and had a limit of two pages, so not the best of endings... Sorry. This was for my fiction writing class, and thought I'd share...
I'm lay in bed... To my right I hear the breath of my love. To my left the tick tock of my little clock. Further left again there is a Blackbird signing in the morning and a dove cooing to its mate.
It's quiet in my head except for the light rhythms reverberating from my headphones. I didn't have to press play since the music continued playing.
English Leather came in its own little wooden box. It looked kind of like what you would see in a cedar chest.