!!!@!Sara's Story Ideas!@!!!

[Tuesday]

Because I'm tired of this bullshit where I think up a great idea and then I stop working on it!!!So this is where I'm gonna put my plot ideas XPPP

[Tuesday]

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[Tuesday]

OCEANS STORY:

Bliss, pure and undeniable bliss. The silkiness of fresh water running across the skin, and relaxation that comes forth from just the slightest of touches. It is liquid freedom, the ability to be nimble and swift comes naturally. It is intoxicating, and leaves me yearning for more. The water flows through my hair, making it feel wonderful and exotic. I feel only alive, it makes me aware of only my feelings. My eyes drift closed and my heart is echoing the calmness that is the water. A murmured voice can be heard, but all I know is the water. Another murmur, oh how I wish to never leave this joy. Hands are grasping my shoulder and yanking me away from the one thing that brings me pure happiness.

"Alex, what the hell? You could've drowned that's how long you were down there!" My companion screamed at my face.

I swam towards the edge of the pool and pulled myself out, I grabbed the towel and began to dry myself off, "Leave me alone, Justin. I was fine, there was nothing to worry about."

"That wasn't cool," Justing huffed at me,"I swear when you're down there, it's like you just disappear and lose consciousness."

I rolled my eyes and began to put my windbreaker on over my swimsuit. Justin is a bit overbearing for my liking, he often complains about the simplest things and always has to talk to me about his relationship problems, but he's the only friend I've got so I just have to grit my teeth and bear it.

"We shouldn't have even come to the pool, we were supposed to be finishing up that project we have due tomorrow in class! Do you even care about grades anymore? It's like all you care about is swimming," He ranted, "I wish you would listen to what I have to say more, but it's like it goes through one ear and out the other."

"GAH! Justin," I finally shouted," Just stop, ok? I got of the pool we'll just go over to library now and finish it up. We don't even have that much to do anyways! And I do listen to you! I always listen to what you have to say! I rarely ever get a say in anything, so just drop it." I stare at him intensely with my blue eyes.

[Tuesday]

Random Story Idea for tough girl character or whatever...:

A solitary figure crouched in the shadows beneath one of the many bridges within Liverpool. The night was full of silence, and the lingering fog was the perfect aid for the still person. Gray eyes pierced through the night and contained an almost searching quality to them, they scanned the port and slightly widened at seeing movement in the distance. A slow smirk spread across the young face.

"About time," the soft voice of one Katrina Brooks muttered. She stood from the crouched position and kept her back to the wall of the bridge as her hands began to fumble with her black, leather, trenchcoat. She pulled out two handguns and loaded both with such ease that it was obvious she had professional experience with them. Katrina quickly began making her way out from beneath the bridge, the heels to her boots making a muffled thud to the ground. Her breath was slightly uneven as she made her way to the docks, her back firmly pressed against the crates as she went, never once leaving herself an open target. She could hear voices muttering further ahead of her, and she began calming her breath till she was just another shadow.

"Careful with that you dolt! You have no idea what it is you're currently dealing with," barked a man who was supervising the proceedings," I have waited too long for the chance to get my hands on that kind of ammunition."

Katrina's eyes stared at the man, her grip of the guns tightened in preparation, the target was right there just waiting to be taken down with two bullets to the head. No, she quickly reminded herself, that is not how this was planned. You take down the idiots first, then go for the ringleader. She shook her soft, brown curls out of her eyes and once again resumed her concentration.

((picture of Katrina: i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk131/SASSYHEADSTRONG/_F9Y7176copy.png ))