Post by Jay Crosse on Jun 2, 2012 10:10:23 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 25px; background-color: #d11c1c; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #000000;] I WAS LOOKING FOR A BREATH OF LIFE, A LITTLE TOUCH OF HEAVENLY LIGHT |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 400px; padding: 20px; border-left: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; border-right: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 90%; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000;] Jay walked down the beach, a towel in his left hand and a beach bag in his right hand. Among his major class at U of R, chocolate milk, and reading, the beach was one of his favorite things on the planet. Forgetting that he had a bag in it, he raised his hand to his forehead to shade them from the sunlight. He was smacked somewhat comically in the face by the bright red bag and the thick copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy lying inside of it. He laughed it off, and brushed his dark, curly hair out of his face, as it had begun to get unruly. Jay got as close to the shore as was humanly possible without getting wet, and set down his towel. A light breeze helped him by sending the towel flying in the wind and extending it to it's full length. Jay hummed a Florence and the Machine song as he labored over the bag, feeling around for his sunscreen. Soon his hand found the cold bottle and he pulled it out, slathering himself in the slippery substance. Soon, his arms, legs, face, and bare chest were coated in a thin layer of the stuff and he sprang up and stumbled through the blue-green water. The water was cold in comparison the the heat around Jay, but he had never minded the cold too much. It never bothered him. So he did the smart thing and dove forward, directly into the water and surfaced an instant later, his entire body soaking wet, along with his black swim shorts. |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,height: 25px; background-color: #d11c1c; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8pt; font-style: italic; text-align: center; width: 400px; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #000000;] TO GET A DREAM OF LIFE AGAIN A LITTLE VISION OF SIGHT AT THE END |
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