Hello ma DIVAS! It's been a while since I wrote a story, so this is my not-so-most-recent attempt at it. 

Lemme know what ya think^^

Pending Title: Kiss Serah

Intro

A gentle breeze swirled through the trees,whispering strange tongues to the leaves. The sky shown a beautiful shade of orange, and even the clouds admired in awe the magnificence of the sun. But the world appeared less appreciative of the scenery, assuming a normality of the glorious ritual. Had it known there was someone admiring from a distance, the sun might have been a little bit more charismatic.

As she sat at her study table in front of the window, enjoying warmth pernetrating her window pane, Serah contemplated on what to write. She had never run out of ideas for stories, but she never succeeding on finishing one either. She tapped her pencil anxiously on her pile of wide-ruled papere. She had always known her passion for writing since she was eight, and she remembered having difficulties finishing any of her short stories in her teenage years. They always seemed to go on endlessly, and she was not the type to lan the sequences out; she enjoyed the suspense herself.

She gazed at her reflection in the window, and the first thing she noticed were the whites in her hair. She had aged beautifully and gracefully, just as she had asked God to let her. And how time had flown by she found hard to believe. She could still remember her youthdays like they were yesterday. Perhaps she ought to write an autobiography, she thouht. But she lacked what to write, or even what part of her life to begin from. She knew people who wrote autobiographies always had a climatic phase in their lives that made their story so unique from others, but even the few excitement she had had in her life were of no significance. She was growing older, and she knew she wanted somuch to leave behind her name, a story from which the world would be inspired; one to tell others she had once existed. And one by which many would be saved.