Lost,
as I walk through the tron ruble, I am isolated. Surrounded by what use to be my home. The rough wind brushes agaimst my face like brustles on a broom.cold tears of pain swivels down my face. I am innocent.
In m hands I hold what is left of my cherished memories. My emerald persing eye’stair into the dark , emptiness. Iam helpless.
the memories of when it all happened still haunts me. I am trapped. I sand with shock. I don’t know what to do. all my feelings are bottle up.what is that I am feeling?
I am lost for words.
well done Calista,
I really enjoyed the part at the beginning as you started with a subordinate clause.
I really liked the effect that had.
i really liked your writing callista it makes me feel sorry for him and the words you used to show that.
from Leo
hi callista im manny i like your work