Dark clouds linger above like an unwanted shadow. The shore is dusted with washed-up debris; the only sign of life on this isolated island. Not even the sound of a gull brightened the atmosphere. The only noise came from the crashing of waves against the darkened beach.
As if the negative aura wasn't enough, rain began to fall, marking the and like paint splatters.
Beaches were supposed to be warm - exciting, but on this cold, winter morning, it was something else. Something unforgiving.
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Pieces of Me
De TodoA collection of stories, one shots and poems written throughout my life.
