100 word challenge week #2
September 20, 2017
I shiver gingerly as I wrap my bare arms around my wet body I urge to go back into the water but the thought of the coldness pushes me back. As I stare at the sand millions of beads come flushing up to the beach I hop around as the sharp beads prick my feet. People flee from the beach as beads scatter the shores. As my feet pick up a pace a large round light bulb hurls towards me I urge to the ground I scream in pain as showers of beads hurl over me this is the end…..
