“You know what I love about sand.” I shook my head, my eyes looking calmly out the window.
“I like the fact that if you go to beach, you have a great time and then when it’s time to go, no matter what you have sand on you. You have a reminder of the sand on your way home. Like your parents call you and tell you it’s time to go home, and you’re not ready just yet to leave but you have to go, you are unpurposley taking part of the beach with you. On the ride home you could do anything with it. You could try and pretend to dab it on your body as if you are submerged in the sand or you could make a tiny sand castle as big as your finger tip.”
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Short Stories
Teen FictionThis is a collection of the short stories I have wrote... yeah I know short stories can be pretty boring, but I promise you, these ones are pretty good! If you really like them, go check out my One-Shot Book too!
