Creative Writing: The Beach

The beach was no longer warm and sunny. Instead, it had become a barren place where the leaves turned into monsters lurking in the water. It was no longer filled with songs. Instead, it had become an echo of what it once was, the only sound was the rain colliding with the ocean. No longer filled with color. Instead, the green water that had glowed in the sun, the water had turned black no simmer on the water’s surface. There was no moonlight that night just the just the quietest sound of waves washing over her feet which were coated in sand. The moon had seemed to have disappeared that day as the rain slowly made contact with the vast cold waters surrounding her. She stood there for a while looking off into the distance as if looking for something, someone. The waves nipped at her toes and came in waves of rage and sadness; engulfing her feet each time before slowing draining away back into the ocean and the sand. She looked back one more time at the black horizon before turning back towards the

nó là biểu tượng của sự hiện diện, vẻ đẹp và sức mạnh” she always used to say- the lotus came from mud and rises above the water to reach the sun. it is a symbol of persistence, beauty, and strength. Bà ngoại was always smiling, always thinking, always feeling; she noticed the details that no one noticed especially in the garden her kindness seemed to be the center of all living things in the garden. Now the garden has started to wither.

Drip, drip, drop. The raindrops collided with the tears on her face as they streamed out of her dark brown eyes and onto the dirt path beneath her. She looks to down from the crying sky and left to she her house blending into the forest surrounding them. She stares at it for awhile wondering if she should go inside and try to sleep or stay in the pouring rain watching the starless night sky. She stands there for what seemed like hours before pivoting on her heel and