home
the blue ocean
the waves crash and slowly go back in
as if the world is breathing
you sit and breath with it
peace and serenity
the mountains
standing tall
above the layer of fog
the quiet
only the sound of birds chirping
or trees swaying in the breeze
as if they are dancing
you watch and dance with them
peace and serenity
familiarity
the back roads you take
you know like the back of your hand
peace and serenity
friends
the long nights and best memories
the people who watched you grow
peace and serenity
the small chilly town
along the california coast line
my home
About the Creator
jenna j
random little things from time to time :)
The Reluctant Reporter
"You can't send me!" "There is no-one else. It's you or no-one, and that is not an option." Ameera looked at the fat paunch and florid face of her boss, a man who lived for the story and the kudos it brought him but who rarely gave consideration to the people behind the drama. When had he become so hard? She reckoned that by the end of the year, he'd be dead, collapsed from a heart attack and she struggled to conjure any sympathy in that moment and instantly felt ashamed at displaying the same lack of compassion that he had.
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Fiction
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