Write About a First

          Her first love was something she had never imagined. Love hit her in the gut like an oncoming train going 300 miles per hour with nothing in it's way; beautiful, fast, endless, but ruthless and capable of killing. A whole new world of peace entered her mind. A place of certainty and comfort in the place her head and her heart had been newly introduced to. This love provided the security of a twelve foot wired fence. This love gave her freedom, like a butterfly in an open field; free to fly and flutter as it chose. This love gave her the light she needed for the opportunity to shine the way she was born to. The sun and its millions of rays was incomparable to the brightness she could possess with everything he had gave her. That type of love was made for movie screens. The type of "crazy about each other" feelings in a novel that made your heart smile when they kissed but shattered every nerve in your mind when it ended. For the characters, when their love ends or when, the book ends. Their feelings end. Eventually, it all ends. Her book never ended. Her love never ended. She could not stop feeling everything he had given her at one point. Through every second, every minute of every day of every week she felt what she had felt since the beginning. She felt his embrace when they were miles apart. She smelled his shirt when she was in her own clothes. She felt his absence in every crowded place, everything filled hallway, every empty room, and every single night. Her first love was something she had never imagined. Her first love changed her; she was never the same.

Ironic Story

Spring time, radiant sunshine, sweet scents and bright sunshine bring are all beautiful things, but unfortunately bring one thing that is dreaded by everyone. Bees. Playing innocently in her yard by her mother’s flower patch, Anna was enjoying herself. Annoyingly and loudly, she heard her least favorite sound of buzzing. “Ahh! Eeeek! Go away bees! Get out of here now!” She shrieked and squirmed around. Anna tried walking away, but they followed her everywhere. Her floral green dress and her red hair attracted the bees. While she walked away, she gradually attracted more and more of the pesky bugs.

“Mom! Mom! Help me, please! These bees won’t get away from me” Anna yelled inside to her mom cleaning the kitchen.

“Don’t come in here with those things! I’m cleaning in here and I don’t need those bugs coming in here stinging your little brother and scaring the dog. I told you to wear bug spray!”

Anna moaned in annoyance. Her biggest fear was getting stung by one of the buzzing bees. She walked down to her favorite spot, praying they would leave her, but they did not. Her favorite spot was the lake down by Tellow Street. Anna realized that bees cannot go in the water. If she went into the water she could not get stung. She ran down the long boardwalk, held her nose, and jumped into the lake. When her legs went into the water, she felt a pinch on her ankle. She felt stings up her legs to her thighs. What? She thought to herself, confused. The lake had recently gotten an infestation of jellyfish she was not aware of. By jumping in the lake to get away from the sting of the bees, she was stung by jellyfish. Anna hopped out of the water, discouraged and annoyed. As she shook herself off and began to walk home, a bee flew down into her hair. Perfect.

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