I know this is really short, but it was an english assignment I had for school. It was for us to write a description, so let me know what you think! I decided this girl is going to be Katherine Beckett from Castle, so its another Castle story. Hope you like it!
The name Kate Beckett doesnt belong to me. It belongs to Castle, the most awesomest show in the world! Keep in mind this is not meant to be a meant to be a description only.
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My eyes skited over her like rocks to a pond. Those perfectly detailed hazel eyes, with slicks of black etched into the irises, her nose as if carved from an artist. Her lips, the perfect shade of pink, lightly glossed. Her skin, soft to the touch, gave off a radiant glow, shading her true feelings. The way her chin rested in the sieve of her hand made it as if she was carved from stone. Her arms were long, giving away she might have been a dancer or gymnast at one point in her rollercoaster of a life. I couldn't help but to notice the faint scars on her wrists, and was instantly sympathetic toward her. The long, flawless legs showed a glint of dangerousness, and the red heels to match. Wearing such a tight dress like that must be illegal, but who cares when it showed off her body in the most beautiful way? The way she fiddled with her hands, wringing them nervously, made my heart lurch. Was she nervous? Hurt? I couldn't read her like I had other people so many times, being a writer myself. The distant look in her eyes as she stared at the ground revealed to me how she felt. Upset. She was revelling in her own mess, trying to figure out something. I wanted to reach out, to help in some way, but the waves of concentration and intelligence coming off of her held me back. This woman, so flawless, so caring and generous, was going to get the best of me. I loved the pale tan of her skin, the familiar scent of strawberries wafting over to me from her. To say she was pretty was definitely an understatement. She was gorgeous. The dark burgundy red of her hair helped with the fiery passion in her heart, and I couldn't take it any longer. I walked over to her, and she looked up, batting her long eyelashes in a most peculiar way.
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I might make a story out of this, but for now, its just a description. Please review to tell me what you think!
Abbey
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