OK, so I’ve listened to Nelly Furtado’s song All Good Things too much and I’ve got the tune in my head. A good time as ever to start writing a fiction tale, since I’m stressing and I need a destressor and I’m feeling creative 
Leigh-San came up with the partial idea while on the bus today, but it has been tweaked around (I did say the story was workable ) and here comes a short story just before I go shower.
She sat at the beach, looking into the sunset. The wind was as cold as she could remember. She clutched her knees together as she recalled her past.
The sunset’s pretty colours amazed her. How such a big thing could hide for the night while the moon came out and lit the sky. The last of the sun rays peeking out behind the clouds just captivated her attention.
She did not notice the people around her. The man with his Dalmatian, walking leisurely along the beach.
“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” The man asked her.
She just smiled at him and nodded her head.
She could not remember why she had came to the beach, only to be reminded of her pain. Beautiful as the sunset may be, it was something that brought great pain to her.
That’s all I’ve got so far. The plot didn’t get past the person being British-Chinese and her name is Sierra. Lolz. Don’t ask me why, it’s Leigh-San’s idea! He hasn’t plotted out the bigger picture yet
Ooh, creative! Why does the sunset bring pain? *wide-eyed with curiosity*
Sze Howe: aaahhhh….you have to stay tuned to find out
story in the progress