With tears streaming down my face, I could do nothing but sit cross-legged on the sandy shore and stare at the horizon in front of me. Waves of a deep royal blue crept towards me before running away, only to repeat the process in a cycle that caused droplets of salty water to spray onto my bare, sand-encrusted feet. But beyond those magical waves was something even more amazing and breath-taking: The sunset. Beautiful smudges of coral, lavender, turquoise, and a fiery orange blended together to create a sight so astounding it swept me away from all of my worries, just like the waves creeping over seashells and stealing them in a matter of seconds. My last teardrop fell and hit the soft white sand, and a warm feeling of safety and security overwhelmed me as the sun dipped down below the horizon. The vast ocean in front of me was my home, where I belonged, a place to escape from my life away from the waves. Nothing could ever take that feeling away.
The salt from my tears can be compared to the salt in the waves. The amount of hurt I have gone through could all be set free, then I'd be crying my own ocean, but my ocean would be full of sadness and depression. My ocean would be nowhere near as amazing as the one I see through my blurry, woe washed eyes. But all the sadness and hurt has lead me to the place where I truly belong, a place which is magical and filled with life. I belong in the ocean because there I can be free
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My Descriptive writing pieces
General FictionIf you haven't guessed, this book is full of my different descriptive writing works from April of 2018 to present. Each idea is prompted by either readers, my friends or how I feel about something. If you do enjoy my work and want to request a topic...
