Strobic
It's been a long time since I wrote here, or wrote at all really. Decided to use a random word generator and then generate the rest of the words to make them into sentences. I cant promise they will make sense. Here goes. Strobic It was early summer morning in the town of Cristobal. Susanna opened her eyes and smiled. Her cheeks flushed with colour. She looked at the flowers that had just bloomed and it was hard to say what was a prettier sight. She was thinking of Rico. With his focussed brown eyes, warm yet piercing, hidden under his bushily grown eyebrows. Summer didn't make her feel warm in ways he did. If only he knew. Rico, the salty air playing with his wavy hair,on the other had was fighting his way through a crowd. He had long been athirst to leave this small town. He wanted to show these people he was more than they thought he could be. That was the good part of being the underdog. Nobody expected anything from you. The scandalmonger Mrs Hector had fed ...