English Creative Writing Work
Prologue
She walked down the long stretch of the beach, taking in the view as the sun set, signaling the end of another day. Different shades of orange, pink and yellow spread across the sky gracefully, designing the landscape like something out of a cartoon. The sand crunched silently between her toes, the gentle breeze carried her hair as it flowed past calmly and tiny goose bumps formed on her upper arm as the evening got cooler but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered now
To her, everything was perfect.
Any moment now, her mother would call for her to head back home to where her whole family stayed for a reunion. The whole house was pretty chaotic and she had felt the desperate need to escape from all that. The waves crashed against the shore, dropping shells and bits of nature that had found its way in the sea. There were glass bottles, empty cans and floating out in the water, she made out a bright yellow flip flop.
She suddenly laughed, remembering a time when she and her best friend had been playing in the water and she had thrown her shoe, without thinking, towards the deeper part of the sea. She had been about eight years old therefore, not allowed in those parts of the water. They had both watched the shoe float away for a long time and finally disappear into the endless blue sheets that was the sea
She stopped for a second to pick up a shell that had been washed upon the shore. It was hard and bright blue, the color of the afternoon sky with red and orange linings. She’d never seen anything so beautiful so she tucked it in her pocket and patted it down for safety before she raised her head and closed her eyes, as the breeze lightly kissed her face.
Her phone beeped, ruining the moment as she opened her eyes in frustration and pulled it out of her other pocket. As predicted, it was her mother, wondering where she was and ordering her to get back to the house immediately. She sighed, tucking the phone back into her pocket and started down the beach
She walked down the long stretch of the beach, taking in the view as the sun set, signaling the end of another day. Different shades of orange, pink and yellow spread across the sky gracefully, designing the landscape like something out of a cartoon. The sand crunched silently between her toes, the gentle breeze carried her hair as it flowed past calmly and tiny goose bumps formed on her upper arm as the evening got cooler but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered now
To her, everything was perfect.
Any moment now, her mother would call for her to head back home to where her whole family stayed for a reunion. The whole house was pretty chaotic and she had felt the desperate need to escape from all that. The waves crashed against the shore, dropping shells and bits of nature that had found its way in the sea. There were glass bottles, empty cans and floating out in the water, she made out a bright yellow flip flop.
She suddenly laughed, remembering a time when she and her best friend had been playing in the water and she had thrown her shoe, without thinking, towards the deeper part of the sea. She had been about eight years old therefore, not allowed in those parts of the water. They had both watched the shoe float away for a long time and finally disappear into the endless blue sheets that was the sea
She stopped for a second to pick up a shell that had been washed upon the shore. It was hard and bright blue, the color of the afternoon sky with red and orange linings. She’d never seen anything so beautiful so she tucked it in her pocket and patted it down for safety before she raised her head and closed her eyes, as the breeze lightly kissed her face.
Her phone beeped, ruining the moment as she opened her eyes in frustration and pulled it out of her other pocket. As predicted, it was her mother, wondering where she was and ordering her to get back to the house immediately. She sighed, tucking the phone back into her pocket and started down the beach