End of Time
On a slow sunday morning young boy lays in the beach with nothing but calm winds, warmth of water and peace. You hear seagulls, waves crashing and swooshing from the wind. Memorable smells of aromatic sea air, salty waters and family cookouts. He feels the sensation of sand between toes, dry mouth, and warmth. The young boy reaches for his water to relieve the sensation of thirst. The boy layed there to take his time to himself. He wakes up to see the moonlight in the distance as it reflects off the glossy waters. Your sense of time disappears when you are enjoying it.
Two Sentence Story
There is a beginning to everything. There is also an end.
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