u/Pink-indigo

Does anyone on wattpad like classics, or some other genre different from the ones that are popular on wattpad, if so I would love to read them.

The story begans in a small piece of earth where a group natives began their day, the men collect the fruits and vegetables to cook breakfast and the women bath the children, the sun hits the window of a hunt, where a young girl is laying her head on a cotton pillow, she is dressed in a pure white garment, made from the fabrics made their local seamstress. The colour was chosen by her caregiver who is called father by the local children. This girl is named Manu, which was also chosen by her caregiver. As the waves outside her window are guided by the wind to clash, her eyes meet the little bit of sun peaking through the roof of her hunt.

She guides her body towards the bowl of water left by one of the women to bath in. She slips in a blue dress ready for the mundate day of everyday. Her hunt is facing the ocean, blue as the sky and still as the time here in their little heaven. You could barely see the line separating the sky and sea. Just an endless colour of blue, with tides and waves crashing and twirling. Her arms follow their movements, she began her day like this everyday, her little prayer to this unknown god of blue that her people feared. The locals of this small island believe the world has been invaded by the Waku, the Ocean Spirits so they avoid the water in fear of being taken by the them. 

The scene is filled with laughs of children and mothers serving food to their husbands. Their eyes fall onto her, her caregiver calls her name to greet her, " Wamato be a with you child", her caregiver said, "as to you" she replied. You cannot say much on this little Earth as there is little to speak on. The children laugh about the birds, the women bless their children and the men think of the next day. As everyday time is measured by the how far the sun has touches the ocean so another day can began. Music is not allowed on this small paradise, the Waku speak in song and hymns, by singing we would call onto them so we listen to the silence, which is a song of our people.

The story begans in a small piece of earth where a group natives began their day, the men collect the fruits and vegetables to cook breakfast and the women bath the children, the sun hits the window of a hunt, where a young girl is laying her head on a cotton pillow, she is dressed in a pure white garment, made from the fabrics made their local seamstress. The colour was chosen by her caregiver who is called father by the local children. This girl is named Manu, which was also chosen by her caregiver. As the waves outside her window are guided by the wind to clash, her eyes meet the little bit of sun peaking through the roof of her hunt.

She guides her body towards the bowl of water left by one of the women to bath in. She slips in a blue dress ready for the mundate day of everyday. Her hunt is facing the ocean, blue as the sky and still as the time here in their little heaven. You could barely see the line separating the sky and sea. Just an endless colour of blue, with tides and waves crashing and twirling. Her arms follow their movements, she began her day like this everyday, her little prayer to this unknown god of blue that her people feared. The locals of this small island believe the world has been invaded by the Waku, the Ocean Spirits so they avoid the water in fear of being taken by the them. 

The scene is filled with laughs of children and mothers serving food to their husbands. Their eyes fall onto her, her caregiver calls her name to greet her, " Wamato be a with you child", her caregiver said, "as to you" she replied. You cannot say much on this little Earth as there is little to speak on. The children laugh about the birds, the women bless their children and the men think of the next day. As everyday time is measured by the how far the sun has touches the ocean so another day can began. Music is not allowed on this small paradise, the Waku speak in song and hymns, by singing we would call onto them so we listen to the silence, which is a song of our people.

Oscar Wilde is who Shakespeare thought he was.

It just seems as if the only stories people read about always involves smut or sexual contents. And its always the same kind of story. I am nkt attacking anyone, I am merely asking is wattpad becoming a platform for smut only???