I want to start writing, mainly short stories. So that's what this will be, a bunch of stories I think of. Most of the time they'll probably be made from prompts I find on the internet.
I tend to get overboard when I write so there may be multiple...
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i watch as the winds surround her, my sweet Ciciley. she is of the roaring ocean waves, the falling sky above. she attacks me like a hurricane with a single glance. her sapphire eyes stare into my soul as if she could see my every sin. her sandy strands of hair engulf me in some sort of vanilla shampoo.
she's perfect.
how could one, as sweet as she, ever love a bleak canvas such as me. the wind stays still when i pass, bland old me. i am a sidewalk on a cloudy day, leaves that do not crunch. my leather eyes do not shine nor impact those i look to. my thin, coffee stained hair does not turn heads.
i love her, my sweet Cicely, for she is much more perfect than me.
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