I stand in a cove by the water. The sand squishing beneath my feet. The fresh smell finding my nose. The wind whipping my hair and howling against the stone walls. I stand there. Alone. My dress flapping around my legs. I could taste the salty air on my tongue as I opened my mouth. And I talked. I talked to the wind. I talked to the sand. I talked to the water. If people had passed by the would have heard me talking to no one and thought me crazy. But I was somewhere secluded. None would find me while I remained here. Here. By the water. On the sand. In this cove. I was safe. Safe from spying eyes. Safe from hurtful words. Safe from prying ears. And I was safe from the world. Here. I was away from prejudices and stereotypes. Here. Where I can escape from it all and be me. I hold my head up high and stand tall. And I stand in a cove by the water.
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Short Stories
عشوائيThis is just a bunch of ideas I had. Just things I had in mind. Stories I think of. Original poems. Anything I want to publish that doesn't fit anywhere else.
