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 por the ocean, mesmerized por 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 amor umbrella. An arrow pointing up, a corazón 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 siguiente to her. "Hey." he said, startling her. "Wh-what are tu doing here, Peter?!" she asked. "What are tu 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 amor 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 día at the beach.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She sat por the ocean, mesmerized por 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 amor umbrella. An arrow pointing up, a corazón 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 siguiente to her. "Hey." he said, startling her. "Wh-what are tu doing here, Peter?!" she asked. "What are tu 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 amor 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 día at the beach.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright naranja tan
But then one día she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The siguiente día at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a inicial tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had dicho
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do tu think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright naranja tan
But then one día she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The siguiente día at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a inicial tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had dicho
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do tu think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing tu whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize tu are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift tu once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutos later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing tu whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize tu are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift tu once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutos later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell tu who you're not, o who tu can never be. what's it take to get tu to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would tu say, what would tu do, if this was your last day? so, tu found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think tu need to know that, of all the colores that tu shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. tu should think about what tu do, befor tu do it, over and over again. i know tu feel alone, that know one can figure tu out, but tu sould know that we just amor to see tu smile.i know tu feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help tu come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think tu need to know that, of all the colores that tu shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. tu should think about what tu do, befor tu do it, over and over again. i know tu feel alone, that know one can figure tu out, but tu sould know that we just amor to see tu smile.i know tu feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help tu come back.
The Man With No Eyes Collection (1): The Actor
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the trono that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if tu liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the trono that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if tu liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)