I looked out blissfully at the rising sun, the wind lovelingly caresses my smooth ridges. I am a seashell, my name is Robert. I am residing at Calirfornia, on Imperial beach.
As the sun rises, families start to gather at the beach, I am afraid. For what am I to do if I am stepped on, and my fragile amber blue shell shatters? Am I to die? Or am I to live a separate life from my shell counterpart? My life is very confusing.
Children run around me, I frantically look around at the robins egg colored sky, I am scared. But look, oh, a gentle wave caresses my baking shell, I am being carried in. I slowly drift into the ocean, escaping the rampaging of the children. I slowly cascade down to the sea floor, and rest my shell. I am safe now.
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The silence of a seashell.
Teen FictionThis beautiful story covers the tragic life of a poor soul, you will find yourself in this book. Its soul touching, and an emotion breaker.
