Name: Anonymous 2008-09-21 3:08
i'm in the first stages of a short story and i have a basic introduction. let me know what you think.
The summer’s breeze has changed to an arctic draft the last few weeks, and it’s already time for me to hide in the depths of my winter clothes. With feet dangling haphazardly over the water, I sit awkwardly on the edge of the worn wood of ancient dock. The sweet stench of the day’s deep fried specials has finally diminished from the salty air and, in the distance; I can hear the faintness of the gulls nestling in for the night.
A handful of cargo ships dirty the horizon, and playfully bob back and forth until I can’t see even a break in the water. It’s quiet now. And for a moment I realize how little I know of the place I’ve been coming to my whole life. Tonight the sea shines like a million constellations in the depths beneath my feet.
I feel small; minute even. The way the tide crashes against the pillars below me…it’s humbling. Maybe I was just naïve, but I now notice the way my hair gives way to the wind, the way I cringe with goose bumps each time my toes graze the water. For the first time I feel like I am nothing. Is this normal? Is this how we all feel? I don’t like it. I need to change this.
Up until this very moment, I have lived for nothing. I was but a worker bee in a small coastal hive. The horizon’s midnight reflection seems to be beckoning me to make a change. The thick air is somehow pushing me out to sea. I know I need to try something new. I’ll dive under and make memories in this eerie world, for tonight is a new beginning to my life….
The summer’s breeze has changed to an arctic draft the last few weeks, and it’s already time for me to hide in the depths of my winter clothes. With feet dangling haphazardly over the water, I sit awkwardly on the edge of the worn wood of ancient dock. The sweet stench of the day’s deep fried specials has finally diminished from the salty air and, in the distance; I can hear the faintness of the gulls nestling in for the night.
A handful of cargo ships dirty the horizon, and playfully bob back and forth until I can’t see even a break in the water. It’s quiet now. And for a moment I realize how little I know of the place I’ve been coming to my whole life. Tonight the sea shines like a million constellations in the depths beneath my feet.
I feel small; minute even. The way the tide crashes against the pillars below me…it’s humbling. Maybe I was just naïve, but I now notice the way my hair gives way to the wind, the way I cringe with goose bumps each time my toes graze the water. For the first time I feel like I am nothing. Is this normal? Is this how we all feel? I don’t like it. I need to change this.
Up until this very moment, I have lived for nothing. I was but a worker bee in a small coastal hive. The horizon’s midnight reflection seems to be beckoning me to make a change. The thick air is somehow pushing me out to sea. I know I need to try something new. I’ll dive under and make memories in this eerie world, for tonight is a new beginning to my life….