Just a horrible short story with hardly any plot whatsoever... Don't kill me because of my awful work, please! Constructive criticism needed!
She sat द्वारा the ocean, mesmerized द्वारा the constant flow of the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
He was standing on the cliff, watching her in her daze. The picture was peaceful and calm, and he wished it would stay the same forever, just like the motion of the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She stood up and picked up a seashell. It was a pale blue color, a truly beautiful shell. She walked out towards the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
His eyes followed her. 'So beautiful...' he thought, watching Kassandra on her way into the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Kassandra scooped up a bit of the salty water and let it run through her fingers. She turned around and sat back on the white sand.
Back and forth, back and forth.
He noticed her drawing something on the sand. He leapt down from the cliff, and began walking towards her, wanting to see what she was drawing.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She drew a प्यार umbrella. An ऐरो pointing up, a दिल at the top. On each side of the line, she wrote a name: Kassandra | Peter
Back and forth, back and forth.
He walked up to her and sat down अगला to her. "Hey." he said, startling her. "Wh-what are आप doing here, Peter?!" she asked. "What are आप making?" Peter asked, looking down at her creation.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She blushed sharply as he looked down on her creation. She looked away until she felt a warm hand on her cheek.
Back and forth, back and forth.
He pulled her face so she was looking him in the eye. "I प्यार you, Kassandra." Peter said, his stormy blue eyes peering into her mint green ones.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She smiled and leaned in to किस him. He wrapped his arms around her as they kissed, forever remembering the sound of the waves on that दिन at the beach.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She sat द्वारा the ocean, mesmerized द्वारा the constant flow of the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
He was standing on the cliff, watching her in her daze. The picture was peaceful and calm, and he wished it would stay the same forever, just like the motion of the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She stood up and picked up a seashell. It was a pale blue color, a truly beautiful shell. She walked out towards the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
His eyes followed her. 'So beautiful...' he thought, watching Kassandra on her way into the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Kassandra scooped up a bit of the salty water and let it run through her fingers. She turned around and sat back on the white sand.
Back and forth, back and forth.
He noticed her drawing something on the sand. He leapt down from the cliff, and began walking towards her, wanting to see what she was drawing.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She drew a प्यार umbrella. An ऐरो pointing up, a दिल at the top. On each side of the line, she wrote a name: Kassandra | Peter
Back and forth, back and forth.
He walked up to her and sat down अगला to her. "Hey." he said, startling her. "Wh-what are आप doing here, Peter?!" she asked. "What are आप making?" Peter asked, looking down at her creation.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She blushed sharply as he looked down on her creation. She looked away until she felt a warm hand on her cheek.
Back and forth, back and forth.
He pulled her face so she was looking him in the eye. "I प्यार you, Kassandra." Peter said, his stormy blue eyes peering into her mint green ones.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She smiled and leaned in to किस him. He wrapped his arms around her as they kissed, forever remembering the sound of the waves on that दिन at the beach.
Back and forth, back and forth.
I'm setting here looking at a paused टेलीविज़न screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be या are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do आप think about this journal entry that i just wrote आप need to think about what i कहा and give me your best anwsers that आप can give.
thnx erie मॉर्गन maples
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be या are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do आप think about this journal entry that i just wrote आप need to think about what i कहा and give me your best anwsers that आप can give.
thnx erie मॉर्गन maples
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at आप for years. but, sometimes i can taste how कड़वा i've become...& its और then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what आप DO with the gift of life, that determends who आप are. the pain आप feel...its normal. let it go.
आप think?
yes. आप need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
आप can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what आप DO with the gift of life, that determends who आप are. the pain आप feel...its normal. let it go.
आप think?
yes. आप need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
आप can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
