With the orange glow fading in the distance, its fingers barely touched the edge of the sea, dancing on the crystal waters. As a man cries out in distress, so the sea moaned as it receded, dragging what fell into its palm with a powerful grip. The monstrous waves, black with destructive intentions, crashed onto the sand below, spreading its wide arms of rushing ice over everything. The new glow of the moon, soft, peaceful, and calm, slowly touched the surface of the water, covering it in its golden warmth.
May 31, 2009