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 a lot of stories around town. The big change was going to come. She could feel it in her blood (which was probably just too much alcohol in it, but nobody would tell her that).
The crowd delusively moved towards the strip of land. They would watch as a helicopter landed and the big men from New York alighted. Was it true, they were planning to set up a business in town?
Maybe this would be the big break for Rico. His career had been bucketing down and he really could do with some luck now.If only lady luck would take him for a spin.
As the morning sunlight reflected on his face from the strobic tail rotor, his head was spinning with ideas and hopes for his life ahead. Across the town, a girl in a white dress was twirling around the room dreaming of a boy she liked.
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 a lot of stories around town. The big change was going to come. She could feel it in her blood (which was probably just too much alcohol in it, but nobody would tell her that).
The crowd delusively moved towards the strip of land. They would watch as a helicopter landed and the big men from New York alighted. Was it true, they were planning to set up a business in town?
Maybe this would be the big break for Rico. His career had been bucketing down and he really could do with some luck now.If only lady luck would take him for a spin.
As the morning sunlight reflected on his face from the strobic tail rotor, his head was spinning with ideas and hopes for his life ahead. Across the town, a girl in a white dress was twirling around the room dreaming of a boy she liked.
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