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 by the ocean, mesmerized by 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 Любовь umbrella. An Стрела pointing up, a сердце 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 Далее to her. "Hey." he said, startling her. "Wh-what are Ты doing here, Peter?!" she asked. "What are Ты 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 Любовь 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 Kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her as they kissed, forever remembering the sound of the waves on that день at the beach.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She sat by the ocean, mesmerized by 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 Любовь umbrella. An Стрела pointing up, a сердце 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 Далее to her. "Hey." he said, startling her. "Wh-what are Ты doing here, Peter?!" she asked. "What are Ты 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 Любовь 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 Kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her as they kissed, forever remembering the sound of the waves on that день at the beach.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Class ended. As I walked out of the classroom, I still felt sick. I went to my locker and put my stuff away. As I turned around, two tall 11th graders stood in front of me. One of them сказал(-а) "Let's play a game! Its called 'Bully The New Girl'!" My сердце trembled with fear. My hands glowed a little black. I quietly сказал(-а) "Go away. Ты do not want me to hurt you." I guess one heard me, he сказал(-а) "Ohh! Im so scared! Heh, now, no еще stalling!" Just he was about to перфоратор, удар, пунш me, Bruno grabbed his hand. And сказал(-а) fiercely " Do not hurt her. или I will hurt you!" Bruno squeezed his hand. The boy screamed loudly. Everyone looked at him. And the two boys ran away with fear. I сказал(-а) " Bruno! How did Ты do that?" The voice screamed in my head, "He's the one, he's the helper" and he replied "Uhhhhh. I know karate?" I laughed nicely. He smiled warmly. Then сказал(-а) "Ugh, I think I'm gonna puke!" He took me to the girl's bathroom and ran upstairs to get back to class.
The words made my breath fall short in my throat, a small whimpering sound went up through my chest. I slowly rose my watch, exactly the time I was to be doomed. The part of the Стена carrying the dread words burst open and rats started to crawl in, immediatly gnawing at my flesh, I tried to back away, but the part i had opened up suddenly closes and i was trapped in darkness, I was trapped, I was trapped with no hope off escape and a thousand beady eyes crawling all over my body, wrigglin down my chest and making their way towards my heart. I spun and rolled around as much as I could in the small space, but the rats were persistent, and my blood trickeld all around me, forming in a pool under me. After a while a finally gave up. For all I had done i was payed with my own dead, locked in a narrow passage with rats all around me, the last living things i would ever interact with. I began to sob softly and my final breath flew from my body, I was a limp, lifeless corpse.....
hi to anyone who is Чтение this now. my name is lauren and i am currently only 14. i Любовь to write and read, but im finding it hard to come up with ideas. i was hoping that some people could give me ideas on what kind of stories they like and a basic plot and i could expand on the idea. if i did write one i would post it on here, by chapter and Ты would get half of the credit, lol. of course if Ты would want me to help write Ты write it instead of me или Ты would want to help me write it, around your idea, i would be fine with that. i really would appreciate any ideas i have a few but im not sure if Ты guys would read it, i need opinions from anyone. thanks.
A place I once trusted
A place I once believed in
A place I once loved
A place I once missed
Is coved under a Маскарад
Of misery and pain
The blue in the sky is now a shade
I feel like all this time was a game
A game of sham
A game of backstabbing
A game of war
A game of fate
I feel trapped in a box
Crammed in and lonely
With nothing but locks
With no key so that it can hold me
A box of lies
A box of fear
A box of loneliness
A box of weakness
I always have a word on mind
Just a few words long
To me it seems so thoughtful and kind
To me free it isn't a dance или song
Free as the wind
Free as a bird
Free as an Энджел
Free as a shooting звезда
The feeling will come to me
But not right now
I hope my soul can soon be free
So then I can take my final bow
A place I once believed in
A place I once loved
A place I once missed
Is coved under a Маскарад
Of misery and pain
The blue in the sky is now a shade
I feel like all this time was a game
A game of sham
A game of backstabbing
A game of war
A game of fate
I feel trapped in a box
Crammed in and lonely
With nothing but locks
With no key so that it can hold me
A box of lies
A box of fear
A box of loneliness
A box of weakness
I always have a word on mind
Just a few words long
To me it seems so thoughtful and kind
To me free it isn't a dance или song
Free as the wind
Free as a bird
Free as an Энджел
Free as a shooting звезда
The feeling will come to me
But not right now
I hope my soul can soon be free
So then I can take my final bow