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Racing On The Beach ( Done )

I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”
Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.
I’m 11, I’m tan ( Usually only when I'm on vacation ), and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented until I almost couldn't catch my breath.
The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn't that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.
I remembered a past race I had with my brother, it was at an airport, I won that race...
And it was quite obvious who would be crowned victorious in this one.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn't going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
He walked away in the opposite direction, a nasty expression paved on his face.

Racing On The Beach ( Even Better )

I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”
Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.
I’m 11, I’m tan ( Usually when I'm on vacation ), and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented until I almost couldn't catch my breath.
The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn't that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.
I remembered a past race I had with my brother, it was at an airport, I won that race...
And it was quite obvious who would be crowned victorious in this one.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn't going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
He walked away in the opposite direction, a nas

Racing On The Beach ( Revised )

I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,

My brother did the same.

I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.

“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.

My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.

I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”

Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.

I’m 11, I’m tan, and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.

“1.” My dad called.

My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.

“2.” He spoke again.

My breathing augmented until I almost couldn’t catch my breath

The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.

“Go!”

I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.

Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.

The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.

The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.

But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.

The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.

Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn’t that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.

I remembered a past race I had with my brother, it was at an airport, I won that race...

And it was quite obvious who would be crowned victorious in this one.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.

“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!

My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.

He walked away in the opposite direction, a nasty expression paved on to his face.

The Lazy Man

My brother and I grinned as we approached the cement doorstep in hope of sweet candy.

Walking up the three cement steps, we peeked through a glass window located next to a wooden door.

It was pretty clear that there was a grey haired man, comfortably lying on a cozy, brown leather couch.

He didn’t look to old, in his 50’s perhaps, he wore brown leather shoes, a grey suit, and had a pair of glasses on. He was watching TV.

We knocked four times, first me, and then my brother. Surprised, the mysterious man looked at us for a few moments, he then looked back at his beloved TV.

My brother and I grinned as we approached the cement doorstep in hope of sweet candy.

Walking up the three cement steps, we peeked through a glass window located next to a wooden door.

It was pretty clear that there was a grey haired man, comfortably lying on a cozy, brown leather couch.

He didn’t look to old, in his 50’s perhaps, he wore brown leather shoes, a grey suit, and had a pair of glasses on. He was watching TV.

We knocked four times, first me, and then my brother. Surprised, the mysterious man looked at us for a few moments, he then looked back at his beloved TV.