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A Day at the BeachThe waves crashingA Day at the Beach
slowly against the
shore, moving as one.
Laughing children in the
distance as they feel
the ice cold water rush
up against their small feet,
running, trying to beat the
waves. One child reaches down and
jerks back when she feels the
water lapping her arm.
When she comes up she has
a giant rainvow seashell
in her hand. She
uses it to push back her bangs,
the seashell sticks
somehow and the children come running
by ~ambersweet95
Rainy DaysA girl sits on a bench, lonelyRainy Days
as ever in the downpour. Her blonde
bouncy hair has become brown flat
stringy hair but she looks beautiful all
the same. Her jeans getting soaked in the
rain, her shirt too. She pushes
back her bangs but they fall back
into her eyes. She looks through her
bangs to see dim
lights and one bright ligh standing before
her. The rain still coming down harder and
harder. She looks on confused as they make
their way across the field to the girl.
As they
by ~ambersweet95
As OneThe wind is rushing past themAs One
as they gallop over the lush green
hills. The girl leans down and pats
his neck. His fur is soft and smooth.
It takes all of her might not to
lay down upon him. She leans back
up and takes up the reins. He keeps
running but it feels as if they
are one and that they are just but
jumping over those hills. They
slow as one and the girl jumps
off. She lets him eat some grass.
She finds a rock and gets
back on him and again they
gallop
by ~ambersweet95
A Poor Girl's StoryThe trees sway in tune as the windA Poor Girl's Story
blows. Their movements making a song.
A river rushing along lapping at the
riverbed. The leaves falling one by one,
gently coming down. By one part of the
river there is a small cave. Inside
is a huge thick tree turned on its
side, in the middle.
In front of it there is a fire with
a ring of rocks on the outsside. In the
left corner there is a bed made of
leaves and feathers. There are
paintings everywhere. Sitting on
the log by the fireside
by ~ambersweet95
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- Interests: horseback riding, drawing, singing, and walking my dog
- Favourite movie: idk
- Favourite band or musician: sugarland or one republic
- Favourite genre of music: country, but truthfully i like almost every kind of music...except metal..
- Favourite artist: my uncle...even tho he's not alive anymore i think he was the best artist ever
- Favourite poet or writer: stephanie meyer is my fav writer
- Favourite photographer: i have to say my dad. he's awesome at it
- Favourite style of art: depends on what u mean by style...wat i like to draw jus resembles me.
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- Favourite game: my fav game would b...well i don't really have one
- Favourite cartoon character: my fav cartoon character is Jerry from Tom and Jerry
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