October 31, 2011
By BrynnaW. GOLD, Alta Loma, California
BrynnaW. GOLD, Alta Loma, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."- William Wordsworth
"Writing is thinking on paper."- William Zinsser

I dug my feet into the soft sand. Rocks got wedged between my toes. The ocean's salty breeze blew through my hair. As I stared at the sunset, I was at peace and the world around me disappeared. I unwrapped a chocolate bar and savored the delicate taste. Seagulls flew close to me as if to close onto their prey. As the ocean moved to high tide the water gently licked my toes and sea foam left their mark on the sand. A voice broke through my peace and I was brought back to reality. I pocketed my wrapper and walked away from the ocean. The only evidence that I had ever been there were the footprints left in the sand. Footprints that a child may, in the morning or some other day, follow unless, like me, they wash away.

The author's comments:
I wrote this a long time ago on another website. This is one of my many short stories.

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