Blue Colored velvety silhouette hugging her body, her milky complexion, her long curly soft hair swinging on her bare shoulders and falling on her face
I hurried towards the bus stop. I was climbing the pavement when I bumped a guy. I looked up at him and something struck me
He walked on, north. The air had gotten colder and colder as he went further north and now it had begun to snow. He ran a gloved hand across his face
This is a story, of a frog so sly; he could trick all his poor supper flies and how his voice he thought to be prodigious; was to others sore and outrageous.
She knew she can never see him again. She only wished she had the courage to talk with him when she had the chance. But now it was too late