Wednesday, 5 March 2014
55 Word Story
He was swimming. The warm summer sun, reflecting from the calm water. Frantically moving his arms in a forward motion, and his legs starting to get tired. The water splashing towards his face. He saw the sandy land in front of his face. He started giving up, trying to grasp for air. The boy sunk downwards.
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I love the contrast between the opening lines and the ending. :D
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