A woman with sleek and wild brown hair, in a red dress that said life, hung washing out on a line. The sun picked off the water molucules so that they might fly, and they called their friends and became the Katrina storm.
The lady cried at the death she did not know she wrote.
A mad boy plays with fire in a forest. He watches the pretty light go on and off and then he watches it grow and grow and grow. In the blackened landscape lift behind a tiny little tree survives to see the sun its elders blocked from it.
The boy laughs madly in a box.
A man pulls a poor girl's earring and makes her cry without tears. As she walks the streets the beads fall off and a pretty girl stopes to pick it up, think what a nice trinket it will make. Another girl sees this girl stope and falls in love with her, they smile to each other as they walk and kiss in the alley ways.
The innocent girl cries at the love she does not have and feels she can not create.
A man picks up a pebble to show his child how to skim a stone, and the child laughs with joy. The bank from which the stone was pulled gets washed away by the red dress lady's storm for lack of its support stone. It buries the poor's homes.
The man donates rebuilding money, out of guilt he does not know he has.
A pretty girl, in love with another, sees a mad boy on the news and is inspired to save trees. She is one stone in a wall that saves the world.
She smiles with hope, not realising she is it.
Author notes
I know it is crap I just had to capture an idea, might use it in a different story another time. Just need to remember it is all.
Please tell me what you think
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its cool... different thats what makes u you
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