The Cliff : 55 Fiction

Ok, this is another 55 fiction I wrote. This one was hurried, so its lame. Tell me what you think

The wind blew her hair back as she stood on the edgeof the cliff. Her hand held the piece of paper tightly, enough to make her skin pale. Looking down at the raging sea below, a single tear fell out of her eye. As she stepped off, she wondered who would hit the sea first.

The things that I want

Ok, so I haven’t posted in a while. I was actually trying to think of a good topic to write on, but I couldn’t find anything. I kept thinking and thinking. But I realised that trying to think of something interesting wasn’t going to help. I just had to let the interesting things happen. And that’s what I’m doing right now.

But I had also wanted to share something with you for a while, and it is a list of dreams, or goals that I have in life. And these aren’t the usual goals, like getting a good job, finding the right partner or those kinds of things. These are little things that I saw here and there and they affected me so much, that I want to do them at least once in my life. So here goes, who knows, maybe you’ll find something that catches your fancy among my fancies.