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I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes. I couldn’t get comfortable on the sand. I rubbed my sunscreen-slick brow but ended up getting sand all over my face. Shaking my head, I tried to brush it away. Giving up, I sat up right and looked out to the water. I scanned the people splashing in the waves. Where was my son? The clouds draped the sky, leaving us alone in the chill. Fear clenched my heart. I looked over to my left to alert my wife, but she wasn’t there either.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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Uuuuggggh! I can’t say I like the beach. Too much sand everywhere when you’re done. Good piece.
Here’s mine http://joe2stories.wordpress.com/2014/08/17/picture-it-and-write-gifts-from-the-sea/
I meant to say, very alarming piece. Many parent’s nightmare.
One town’s misfortune is another town’s fortune. Not sure if that’s a quote somewhere… but I just made it up! I like how the inhabitants of Greytown make a party out of a stormy night. I think a lot of cultures past and present see storms as a bad omen of sorts. Cool story, Joe!
Commented on your own page but wanted to say I enjoyed your story 🙂
Let's CUT the Crap! said:
I’m sure the mother and son are together but that second of fear is the longest one of your life. 🙂
It must be the worst thing to experience. Thanks for commenting!
Let's CUT the Crap! said:
You are welcome. 🙂
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Eep! I hope it’s just a nightmare! Any ways, here’s mine 🙂
Very romantic. Such a sweet moment. Writing it in 2nd (?) person makes it such an intimate experience for the reader as well. Nice work!
Thank you so much!
Jimothy Gates said:
The terror of the sea lingers near. The ocean boils and froths foretelling the imminent violence soon to rip the water white. The bathers do not seem to care as they frolic ignorantly in the warm surf, their eyes adjusting to the growing darkness. They give the signs no second thought; all they care for are their boogie boards. The ancient mariner fixed his stare on the horizon for he knew what was coming, it had stolen his left eye and he wanted it back. It was around lunchtime when the whole earth began to tremble and gale-force winds sent colorful beach umbrellas tumbling across the sand. People screamed as giant plumes of water shot upwards from all around and sea-spray enveloped all beneath the sky. Visibility was nil and saltiness overwhelmed the senses. The mariner planted his feet, licked his lips, and gripped his hatchet tight. The terror now lurked before him.
I loved it! It gave me goosebumps!
The sky does look ominous there. Good use of the prompt.
What a great piece. You built the scene so wonderfully. The tension was there. I want to know what happens next!
What is it, this terror beneath the waves? Gave a whole new meaning to the ancient mariner….
A dragon promised and delivered/
A fascinating piece. I like this idea of there being a chosen rider for the dragon and it has to do with bloodline. You could have a fantasy novel on your hands! Thanks for contributing this week. 🙂
🙂 Maybe, if I can just figure out how not to kill everyone off. Thank you for the lovely comments, I get a lot of joy out of contributing, it flows through me onto the “page”
Haha I have a habit of killing characters too!
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John Yeo said:
Here is my response to your as always interesting prompt my friends ~ Peace 🙂
It’s very easy to forget how magical the water is. How the ocean has so many lifeforms. Thought-provoking piece. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write! 🙂