L o r r i e
The Guardians of the Breeze
It was, let's say, a Magical hour...that on the upturned hull of an old, weathered boat, three extraordinary seagull gentlemen – Max, Charlie, and Duke – stood proudly, their feathers ruffled by the salty sea air. They weren’t just any ordinary seagulls. Oh no, they were ~The Guardians of the Breeze~ self-appointed protectors of the coastline. To defend the shore from every wind gust, every rogue wave, and any suspicious flying object. "Alright, gentlemen," announced Duke, the self-declared leader. "Today, we uphold the honor of the coast! No wind shall pass without our approval!"
Max, the most enthusiastic of the trio, cheered with a cheerful voice, "I’m ready to shred every gust into pieces if I have to!" He flapped his wings so hard that he nearly slid off the slippery boat hull.
Charlie, peered at a passing breeze. "Did you see that? That gust of wind had an odd curve to it. Definitely suspicious!" He narrowed his eyes dramatically, as if trying to spot the breeze’s nefarious intentions.
Duke took his famous pose and pointed toward the horizon. "Max, intercept that wind immediately! Charlie, analyze its trajectory!"
Max launched himself into the air with great determination… only to tumble back down onto the upturned boat in a flurry of feathers. "I’ll get it next time," he muttered, trying to regain his composure.
Meanwhile, Charlie had spotted something shiny nestled in the sand beside the boat. He gasped. "Captain Duke, I’ve found an artifact! It could be the key to saving the coastline!" He hopped down, grabbed the object with his beak, and held it aloft triumphantly.
Duke examined it closely. "Charlie, that’s just a regular seashell."
"Exactly!" Charlie said, unbothered. "A relic of the ocean’s past. Surely it holds secrets of power!"
"Gentlemen," said Duke, "today may not have gone entirely as planned. But no wind, wave, or sleepy pelican shall deter us from our mission!"
For as long as they stood there, ~The Guardians of the Breeze~ knew they were unstoppable!
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My writings are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
The Guardians of the Breeze
It was, let's say, a Magical hour...that on the upturned hull of an old, weathered boat, three extraordinary seagull gentlemen – Max, Charlie, and Duke – stood proudly, their feathers ruffled by the salty sea air. They weren’t just any ordinary seagulls. Oh no, they were ~The Guardians of the Breeze~ self-appointed protectors of the coastline. To defend the shore from every wind gust, every rogue wave, and any suspicious flying object. "Alright, gentlemen," announced Duke, the self-declared leader. "Today, we uphold the honor of the coast! No wind shall pass without our approval!"
Max, the most enthusiastic of the trio, cheered with a cheerful voice, "I’m ready to shred every gust into pieces if I have to!" He flapped his wings so hard that he nearly slid off the slippery boat hull.
Charlie, peered at a passing breeze. "Did you see that? That gust of wind had an odd curve to it. Definitely suspicious!" He narrowed his eyes dramatically, as if trying to spot the breeze’s nefarious intentions.
Duke took his famous pose and pointed toward the horizon. "Max, intercept that wind immediately! Charlie, analyze its trajectory!"
Max launched himself into the air with great determination… only to tumble back down onto the upturned boat in a flurry of feathers. "I’ll get it next time," he muttered, trying to regain his composure.
Meanwhile, Charlie had spotted something shiny nestled in the sand beside the boat. He gasped. "Captain Duke, I’ve found an artifact! It could be the key to saving the coastline!" He hopped down, grabbed the object with his beak, and held it aloft triumphantly.
Duke examined it closely. "Charlie, that’s just a regular seashell."
"Exactly!" Charlie said, unbothered. "A relic of the ocean’s past. Surely it holds secrets of power!"
"Gentlemen," said Duke, "today may not have gone entirely as planned. But no wind, wave, or sleepy pelican shall deter us from our mission!"
For as long as they stood there, ~The Guardians of the Breeze~ knew they were unstoppable!
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My writings are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫