I can't sleep. Merry Christmas.
There once was a woman who lived in the salt waters of the ocean. She feared all that was light and knew nothing of the cold. One day a great storm stirred up the water and washed the poor girl up onto a beach. It was then that she felt the sun on her bare skin for the first time and she smiled at it's warmth. She loved how it felt as if it were holding her.
The girl learned to walk, to talk and left that beach by the ocean. She changed and adapted to her new home on the surface. She grew to fear shadow, dark, and all that was cold. But this world was not like what she remembered, that long time ago, when she lived beneath the cold waters of the ocean.
One day a strange thing happened. The girl was at a party. It was the birthday party of one of her dear friends. She had lifted a soda can to toast the tidings of celebration for her friend when she heard a crackle and an echo of something plagued her mind. It hit her hard in memory, the sounds of the ocean. She had not heard or seen its waters in such a long time. The urge grew stronger as she made her way back to the beach she had washed up on so long ago, but something stopped her at the waters edge.
She smelled the salt and heard the cries of the sea gulls flying over head. But something was holding her there, away from the water. It was winter now and the sun hid, barely visible, behind pink and yellow clouds. The air was cold. She slipped off her shoes and gripped her scarf tightly around her neck. Letting the surf tickle at her toes, she cringed and realized her life lost. She had lost her will and her strength to go back to that world. It was a world of cold and dark and she had changed too much.
Just as she was about to give up all hope of ever returning, the sun crept out from behind the clouds and sent warm rays onto her shoulders, like hands the urged her forward. She eased out of her clothing, piece by piece, and slowly stepped farther into the water. The cold stung but she grit her teeth and forced herself to keep moving forward. She was hoping, praying, to find the strength to go on with each step.
When the water had reached her chin she stopped and felt the waves jostle her body beneath them. It felt different than she had ever remembered, as if she were being held by the water and because of her last life on land she knew a name for it. Blanket. All of a sudden she didn't feel so cold anymore. She let herself close her eyes and cast out what light was left in the sky. She let her knees bend and her head slowly sink. Bubbles rose from that spot but she never did.
She drowned.
There once was a woman who lived in the salt waters of the ocean. She feared all that was light and knew nothing of the cold. One day a great storm stirred up the water and washed the poor girl up onto a beach. It was then that she felt the sun on her bare skin for the first time and she smiled at it's warmth. She loved how it felt as if it were holding her.
The girl learned to walk, to talk and left that beach by the ocean. She changed and adapted to her new home on the surface. She grew to fear shadow, dark, and all that was cold. But this world was not like what she remembered, that long time ago, when she lived beneath the cold waters of the ocean.
One day a strange thing happened. The girl was at a party. It was the birthday party of one of her dear friends. She had lifted a soda can to toast the tidings of celebration for her friend when she heard a crackle and an echo of something plagued her mind. It hit her hard in memory, the sounds of the ocean. She had not heard or seen its waters in such a long time. The urge grew stronger as she made her way back to the beach she had washed up on so long ago, but something stopped her at the waters edge.
She smelled the salt and heard the cries of the sea gulls flying over head. But something was holding her there, away from the water. It was winter now and the sun hid, barely visible, behind pink and yellow clouds. The air was cold. She slipped off her shoes and gripped her scarf tightly around her neck. Letting the surf tickle at her toes, she cringed and realized her life lost. She had lost her will and her strength to go back to that world. It was a world of cold and dark and she had changed too much.
Just as she was about to give up all hope of ever returning, the sun crept out from behind the clouds and sent warm rays onto her shoulders, like hands the urged her forward. She eased out of her clothing, piece by piece, and slowly stepped farther into the water. The cold stung but she grit her teeth and forced herself to keep moving forward. She was hoping, praying, to find the strength to go on with each step.
When the water had reached her chin she stopped and felt the waves jostle her body beneath them. It felt different than she had ever remembered, as if she were being held by the water and because of her last life on land she knew a name for it. Blanket. All of a sudden she didn't feel so cold anymore. She let herself close her eyes and cast out what light was left in the sky. She let her knees bend and her head slowly sink. Bubbles rose from that spot but she never did.
She drowned.
1 Comments:
I love it.
It makes a nice short story, which you're stellar at writing.
Make more!
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