Attempts at storywriting

She was like a garrulous island... A drizzle of words would pour out of her and she could not stop, no matter how isolated she had started to be... People would have gone skydiving only to avoid her redundant waterfall of yesterday's news and plain nonsense but she refused to worry... She would simply look disgusted, watching the crowd of people moving nervously further and further away from her. Eventually a delicate smile would appear in the corner of her mouth. If you can't beat them, defy them!