Waking up

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****This is just an excerpt of a story I'm working on****


The wind flirted with the skirt of her dress beckoning her to come and play. Goosebumps traveled along her arms as the bitter cold night kissed her skin and left its mark. Her toes began to turn purple like she was already dead. Taking a step closer she peered over the edge at the greedy waves. The sharp rocks cut and gripped her feet begging for her to stay but the waves were calling. The angry gray waves wanted her; it longed to wrap her up in its embrace and to carry her away to the bottom of its depths never to be hurt again. They screamed her name and reached out for her like no one else would. She knew the waves would consume and swallow her. The ocean would slice into her bruised and broken skin; it would steal her breath leaving her desperately trying to fill her battered lungs with the oxygen they so badly needed. Love often did that to a person. And she was hopelessly and totally in love with the ocean. Cadence Evans envied the ocean and its relentless waves that never hesitated or wavered. So, she did what people in love do. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and fell. A soft smile appeared on her lips as the ocean welcomed her as a lover would. And the ocean did as it had promised; it grabbed her and claimed her as its own.

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  1. AnonymousJune 23, 2014 at 7:22 PM

    You are so amazing, I shed a tear every time I read something that you write. I wanna be like you when I grow up.

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    1. With love, ShaelyJune 23, 2014 at 7:59 PM

      You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you so much!

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