Sometimes it's good to keep it short.
Inspired by the words of Percy Byshe Shelley, "He touched. She blushed".
- Staring constantly at the moon, her action was questioned and assumed as "dreaming". She replied, "Aiming" not "Dreaming".
- She snatched away the slightest tinge of life within him. His breathe was now a myth to him. He turned into a living stone, never to revive again.
- She had the best dress for the King's ball party but believing that the grass is greener on the other side, she voluntarily gave her luck wings to fly.
- The rapids of its egoistic force swept and dragged him into itself. His screams were silenced within no time. All that was left was a powdery residue which immersed forever.
©songbriti
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