…Slowly the
sky got darker… a pale moon glimmered in the inky blackness. waves crashed and
boomed, over lapping each other. Foam gathered on the shore, my hair waved in
the soft breeze. The fire shed light among the night sky, as the wood was set
ablaze the fire roared I peered up to the moon.
Leaves gently
drifted down to the gritty sand shore stars guiding me as I strolled down the
tide line, the grass swayed on the sand dune, ancient caves scattered by
paintings dating back to the stone age, the sun, slowly rising, gave me new
hope I will find civilization.
Another great story Corban.
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Mum.
Corban, is this part of a novel? What came before your first paragraph, what happens after the second? You have placed me so successfully at a time and in a place from my own past, I can almost feel the sand on White Beach near Kawhia beneath my bare feet.
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Wow, the words you have used here are very good indeed! Sounds like a poem and a pleasure to read. Very scary in a good way, I want to know what happens after! I love how you used nature to show the scariness of the story.
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