Zoey
"ONWARD," the sea captain yelled at his crew as another wave slammed into the ship. He had never seen a storm as fierce as this one. He put all of his sea skills into keeping his crew alive. Another giant wave crashed into the ship. "I won't ever get a break," he murmured under his breath.
Everyone's perspective can be different. I needed to change mine. It had to be done. Being negative all the time just wasn't working out. A positive perspective of life can be revolutionary if you make it out to be.
I will never forget about her salmon colored shirt. She basically wore it all summer long. It was beautiful. It fit her so well. Anytime I would see her she'd be wearing it. Even on the coldest nights, she would wear it under her giant sweatshirt she loved so much. We would sit around the fire, and talk about the wonders of the world.
I hate sitting in the middle in the backseat of a car. I sit there and then around big turns I get squeezed between the two people. They get in my personal space, and its not okay.
The bottle washed up on the shore four days later. I didn't expect what was inside it to be so extravagant. It was so strange but yet so beautiful.
Being a painter would be extremely hard. It would take a lot of penitence. You have to wait a long time to even get famous for being a painter.
writing since 2016 · 6 entries · 6 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means ZW showed up.
1longest streak
6days written
1.2entries / week
the words ZW reaches for
painterbeautifulsitgiantperspectiveseacrewanotherwaveshipextremelyhardpenitencewaitfamousbottle