Wednesday, 23 September 2020

My favourite writing

 Whistling happily, Ben skipped down the cold wet grass, how long would it take to get to the bridge? Would I get to see the sunrise?  Suddenly he saw the most loveliest girl in the world. She had shimmering black hair, with hazelnut brown eyes. His heart stopped, he stared into her eyes feeling the chemistry between them. 



 

Hello, everybody, I hope you like my writing it is my favourite type is romantic.  Blog you later.

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