Comments and Constructive Criticism extremely welcomed.
One question though, should I make new topics for the other parts of the collection or should I submit them all in this one topic? I'm still learning the ropes around here 
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Petals
The pink petals of a frangipani floated towards the weather worn, wooden floors not allowing the full force of gravity pull them down but instead teasing it, slowly moving from side to side before landing softly on the ground. But one petal, stubborn as it was, refused to land on the wooden floor and instead rested itself on top of a sun tanned leg, not perturbed by the fact that it was away from its other pink petal friends.
The young girl reached out to her suntanned leg and gently caressed the pink petal careful not to bruise its perfect surface. She placed it down on to the ground where it belonged with others like it and then slowly got up on to her feet trying not to step on any of the fallen petals as she tip toed around them towards an open window.
The smell of the salty water of the beach overwhelmed her but was countered by the easing sound of the crashing of waves against the shore. She closed her eyes and remembered the taste of the sea and the feeling of sand against the soles of her feet.
The girl reopened her eyes and looked around smiling. The pink petals were unmoving on the floor of the empty cottage. The peeling, white walls were weather worn and rusty looking especially against the unvarnished, splintering, wooden floorboards. She turned towards her painting easel, the only piece of furniture in the room, and began to paint. Her strokes were precise and the colours blended against each other in just the right way, her expression was one of deep concentration as the room slowly began to transfer to the once blank canvas.
The final touch of paint was applied to the painting; she stood back and admired the finished product as a trickle of sweat glided down her now shiny face. She smiled and began to laugh as she danced around the room, twirling and swirling to the rhythm of the sea. She stopped and closed her eyes to catch her breath again. She could hear the waves calling her. Opening her eyes once again she smiled in accomplishment and walked out of the cottage, taking one more glance at the empty room before picking up her surfboard and closing the door.
A gust of wind crept into the room as the door shut and the petals were once again in the air teasing and twirling, imitating the movements of the suntanned girl, carefree and feeling on top of the world.
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