Uninspired

Our class was told to write yet another thINK for our English class if we didn't want our grade to go down, but what are we suppose to do when we can't think of one thing to write about, no matter how hard we truly and diligently try?
     I tried to write about something I actually think about a lot, some sort of dilemma I am or was facing . . . nothing worked. Nothing spoke to me! I hate that I'm being forced to write when I just feel like, well, that I'm being forced. Maybe one thINK per every nine weeks wouldn't be that bad, because every now and again I actually have something important I want to say.
     Being made to write isn't something I can really do. The thINKs aren't a story like I can do without so much as a thought; they're something that make us suppose to think about something. I can't do that. Not when I'm made to.
     This is not a protest or a rant in any way whatsoever; especially not being rude towards my teacher.
Actually, if you think about it, this is something to think about, only because there is nothing to think about. That might not make much sense, but if it does, more than likely you realize what I mean by all of this.
     Sometimes you just can't help but be uninspired.

Final Moment

In the orange light of the setting sun on the final day of the most perfect summer, the water struggles to snag the last of the scarce rays still settling over the surface. I feel the wet sand squish between my toes and my heels dig deep into the sand. Breathing in the salty air wafting from the all too perfect ocean, I could almost taste the bitter water. Again and again the waves lap at my ankles and splashed delicately against my calves, sending goose bumps all throughout my body despite the warmth of the still-summer air. The wind speaks to me as a long lost friend, waiting for us to be reunited. It wraps around my arms and legs like a silk ribbon, whipping my hair around my head, stinging my face like a host of needles, but causes me no pain. I let out a sad, silent, breath as the greedy horizon claimed the sun from the sky, leaving me alone on the darkened beach.

--Hannah Dutrisac