I came up with this story and I hope آپ like it. I am a huge پرستار of mythology, especially Greek mythology. I am also a پرستار of the Percy Jackson and the Olympian books. I thought I would try to write something along the lines of the books. So I hope آپ like it, please post تبصرے and give suggestions!
I have never felt the same, the same as anyone else in this world. My life, somehow, has been different... I live in Maine, in a small town on the coast, with just my mother to keep me company. Our house, I guess آپ could say is small, it has one floor with one bathroom, a small living room connected to the kitchen, and two small bedrooms off to the side. The house is old fashioned, inside it has old furniture with small couches covered in dark پھول patterns. My room is brightly decorated in blues and pinks, there is a small بستر in the corner and a old fashioned dresser to the right.
If آپ look out my window آپ can see the ocean. It seems to always be beautiful, when I look at it, not once have I seen a storm on the water یا huge waves that crash to the ground. This ocean is different, like me, today the waves gently toched the sand, the sky was a perfect blue and the sun reflected off the water to make the sea shine with colors of yellow and orange. I guess this was the best part of my life, being able look out to the ocean.
My family has never had much money, my mother always کہا I was born into a special family but I never believed it. My mother works at ہوم she sells shells she finds on the beach. I wouldn't say that was a bad job, it just doesnt give us much money. Atleast she gets to do what she loves, live سے طرف کی the beach. She کہا thats what attached my father, he loved the ocean. My mom کہا one دن I would meet him, I tried to believe her but it was hard my father left before I was born. My mom کہا he had to leave, it was for my own good, but how could it be good for a father to leave his daughter.
I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Pela short for Pelagia. I have never liked the name but my mom کہا my father named me, Pelagia is Greek for one from the sea. I guess it suits me because I love the sea and have always lived سے طرف کی the sea.
"Pela where are آپ I am going looking for sea shells, would آپ like to come?" my mother asked.
"Sure, mom" I knew even if I کہا no my mother would make me go anyway she doesn't like me out of the house alone.
"Can آپ bring a ساحل سمندر, بیچ blanket, we are going to eat رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا on the ساحل سمندر, بیچ tonight."
" Ok" I answered. I was so glad we were having رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا on the beach. My mom and I never talked, especially about my dad and that was always the subject I wanted to talk about.
When we got to the ساحل سمندر, بیچ I felt a strange sense of wiriness while I stepped onto the beach. Almost as something evil was waiting for me. I tried to push that thought aside while I set down the blanket. While we were eating I asked "Mom, has dad ever met me?"
My mom looked up from her سینڈوچ she looked as if she had just remembered a sad thought "No, no he hasn't but that doesn't mean he has never seen you."
"What do آپ mean how can he-"
"Trust me Pela, آپ will some دن know," My mom کہا and sighed "You look like him, آپ know, آپ have his green eyes and his dirty blond hair."
"Am I ever going to meet him some day?" I asked anxious to know.
"Yes, I am positive," My mother got up. "I'm going to look for shells, before it gets dark." She grabbed her bucket and I watched he walk off.
I sat their watching her pick up shells. The felling of evil was worse now I didn't know what was wrong so I got up and went running after my mom to help her with the shells. If anything happened I wouldn't want my mom getting hurt.
"Hi," I said.
" آپ here to help?" My mother asked and I nodded. "Look! That one in the water is beautiful" She pointed to a huge شنکھ, گلاس روز shell in the water about ten feet away. I thought it would have been impossible to see but the water appears almost clear.
"Mom it's to far in your not a good swimmer" I yelled.
"It's not to far, hold my bucket Pela," She handed me the bucket and started wading in.
She made it to the shell but when she touched the shell she disappeared she was taken سے طرف کی the sea. I panicked, and کبوتر in after her.
I have never felt the same, the same as anyone else in this world. My life, somehow, has been different... I live in Maine, in a small town on the coast, with just my mother to keep me company. Our house, I guess آپ could say is small, it has one floor with one bathroom, a small living room connected to the kitchen, and two small bedrooms off to the side. The house is old fashioned, inside it has old furniture with small couches covered in dark پھول patterns. My room is brightly decorated in blues and pinks, there is a small بستر in the corner and a old fashioned dresser to the right.
If آپ look out my window آپ can see the ocean. It seems to always be beautiful, when I look at it, not once have I seen a storm on the water یا huge waves that crash to the ground. This ocean is different, like me, today the waves gently toched the sand, the sky was a perfect blue and the sun reflected off the water to make the sea shine with colors of yellow and orange. I guess this was the best part of my life, being able look out to the ocean.
My family has never had much money, my mother always کہا I was born into a special family but I never believed it. My mother works at ہوم she sells shells she finds on the beach. I wouldn't say that was a bad job, it just doesnt give us much money. Atleast she gets to do what she loves, live سے طرف کی the beach. She کہا thats what attached my father, he loved the ocean. My mom کہا one دن I would meet him, I tried to believe her but it was hard my father left before I was born. My mom کہا he had to leave, it was for my own good, but how could it be good for a father to leave his daughter.
I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Pela short for Pelagia. I have never liked the name but my mom کہا my father named me, Pelagia is Greek for one from the sea. I guess it suits me because I love the sea and have always lived سے طرف کی the sea.
"Pela where are آپ I am going looking for sea shells, would آپ like to come?" my mother asked.
"Sure, mom" I knew even if I کہا no my mother would make me go anyway she doesn't like me out of the house alone.
"Can آپ bring a ساحل سمندر, بیچ blanket, we are going to eat رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا on the ساحل سمندر, بیچ tonight."
" Ok" I answered. I was so glad we were having رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا on the beach. My mom and I never talked, especially about my dad and that was always the subject I wanted to talk about.
When we got to the ساحل سمندر, بیچ I felt a strange sense of wiriness while I stepped onto the beach. Almost as something evil was waiting for me. I tried to push that thought aside while I set down the blanket. While we were eating I asked "Mom, has dad ever met me?"
My mom looked up from her سینڈوچ she looked as if she had just remembered a sad thought "No, no he hasn't but that doesn't mean he has never seen you."
"What do آپ mean how can he-"
"Trust me Pela, آپ will some دن know," My mom کہا and sighed "You look like him, آپ know, آپ have his green eyes and his dirty blond hair."
"Am I ever going to meet him some day?" I asked anxious to know.
"Yes, I am positive," My mother got up. "I'm going to look for shells, before it gets dark." She grabbed her bucket and I watched he walk off.
I sat their watching her pick up shells. The felling of evil was worse now I didn't know what was wrong so I got up and went running after my mom to help her with the shells. If anything happened I wouldn't want my mom getting hurt.
"Hi," I said.
" آپ here to help?" My mother asked and I nodded. "Look! That one in the water is beautiful" She pointed to a huge شنکھ, گلاس روز shell in the water about ten feet away. I thought it would have been impossible to see but the water appears almost clear.
"Mom it's to far in your not a good swimmer" I yelled.
"It's not to far, hold my bucket Pela," She handed me the bucket and started wading in.
She made it to the shell but when she touched the shell she disappeared she was taken سے طرف کی the sea. I panicked, and کبوتر in after her.
