No matter what side of the isle you sit, you will find someone poking the fire with their three-pronged pitchfork of ignorance, jealousy and anger, in an effort to get you riled up against the other guy.
The damp sea air is fresh and cool on my skin. It tastes of salt and creates tiny droplets of dew that glitter in my hair.
The fading sun softly outlined her form with a delicate glow. A solitary tear emerged in the corner of her eye.
It is all she has ever wanted and now in this moment she has the opportunity to prove herself.