My Short Story Blog

I am the sound of my hand swishing through the water.

I am the last note played on the piano

I am a good book, sweeping you away from the world around

I am the bright flashing light awaiting you onstage

I am the smell of water trickling on the desert plain

I amt the tip of space needle shining like the stars

I am snow falling through the sky

I am the warm blaze of fire on a cold night

I am the sound of claps at the end of a performance

I am the beat of a song

I am the victory of winning a rally in Volleyball

I am the memories of my old house

• Kiara