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I want to soar up in writing. how do i do that was a question mark,till i found this website. It’s been great since then. Now i am able to write in depth and length.
By Ajay Pai on 01.11.2015
I TRY TO ACT BETTER CAUSE I BELIEVE EVERY ACTION HAS A FEED BACK AND I WANT MY FEED BACKS TO BE NICE AND BEAUTIFUL. I LIKE THE LIFE BUT I WANT T MORE PEACEFUL AND MORE KIND . I BELIEVE THE WORLD CAN BE HEAVEN AND OF COURSE A HELL IT DEPENDS TO OUR ACTIONS.
By AZADEH SHR on 01.11.2015
I stood at the end of the open field and watched the glider soar across the sky. I picked my cuticles as he made circles and flew as easy as the birds behind him. This was his one chance to fulfill his bucket list, who was I to add reason.
By Sheila URL on 01.11.2015
When you soar, you feel definite. You feel as if the world is gonna be down at your feet and you are as victorious as you can be. But the truth is, you will come crashing down again before you know it. And thus soaring is a danger. It’s a cursed joy. It might bring you temporary happiness but pain in the end. May the birds stay forever happy.
By weedflowerwrites on 01.11.2015
Sometimes, you just can’t let yourself feel downn, you know? You are just like a bird. You weren’t meant to be caged and locked up. You weren’t meant to be fed or pampered. You were born to fly. To be free. To soar. You are a human being. You are supposed to choose your own will. So soar, like a bird, and do not let yourself be caged.
By Yuuki Asuna on 01.11.2015
There was once a young bird, he dreamed of being able to leave the nest. He wanted nothing more then to soar above the rooftops, above the trees. To be able to gaze at all the humans below him, going about their day. He dreamed that one day he would be able to fly both short and long distances, to explore the wide world.
By Cassandra on 01.11.2015
And as we soared over the breathtaking landscape below I felt a moment of sadness. I felt tears well up in my eyes and catch against the cool glass. I was leaving. But more I was leaving behind so much that was important to me and more, those who had molded me into the person I was today. I wondered who I would be when we landed.
By oneshotonepic on 01.11.2015
She sat on the hill as the sun rose watching the red tail hawk soar upon the winds. Her own heart soared with the bird wishing she could also fly.
By marylou wynegar URL on 01.11.2015
would that I could soar like the birds
would that I could leave my troubles behind like broken shells on the beach
would that I could soar to new heights and see the world differently.
By Clio on 01.11.2015
The grief broke her mind. She couldn’t make a comprehensible thought. She felt like she was flying. Soaring through the skies, the clouds, the atmosphere. If she couldn’t be without him. It broke her. More… ever so more than she imagined.
She was flying… soaring…
By puffin-empress on 01.11.2015
I was flying, and it was the most amazing thing. The world below was breathtaking, and the sound of nothing but the wind was relaxing and peaceful. There was nothing better and there was nothing I’d rather do than soar above the world like this, looking down.
By CJ K. on 01.11.2015
I enjoy flying through the clouds up in the heavens, the freedom it gives me. To be unbound, free, doing as I please and going where I want. Soaring through the clouds, the wind under my wings.
By Daryl J on 01.11.2015
Climbing in altitude was difficult. The air became thinner, and my heart pounded as I sucked in whatever breath I could. Eventually I stopped, looking out over the world I lived in. The trouble was worth it, and the sight was breathtaking.
By Windsinger on 01.11.2015
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