

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


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


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


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
| I am a young girl who lives in a crowded city who has many troubles and usually solves them by writing. It helps a lot to me. I don't always spell things on right but I usually fix it. At this moment I have a book I am writing and it is 64 pages long. |
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because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us
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Everyone must believe in something. I belive I'll go canoeing. -Henry David Thoreau
Life isn't about whether you've survived the storm, it's about how you've danced in the rain. -Anonymous
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because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us
Or hat picture -> Over there, The Yellow one will be you, and the blue one will be me! Luv u Lots
Ur BFF
Kelse
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Hi!
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