I could taste the change in the breeze, as much as I could smell the salt in the air. And standing there on the pier, I felt as though one false step would send me flying. I was afraid of heights.1
Fear brought me to this pier, and fear kept me grounded here. THe waves crashed in a cacophony of chaotic sounds, and I trembled. The oceans deep blue frightened me. I shielded my eyes against the horizon, watching as the sun slowly rose. I knew I was the only one awake in our small island town. 2
Slowly I brought my hand down from my eyes. Slowly I folded my feet beneath me, and knelt on the rocky pier. Soft words of my ancestors caressed my lips, Irish ballads.3
Irish ballads? Yes, this red haired girl was Irish, and living in the Caribbean. A cold breeze sent my skin to goosebumps, and I slowly turned my back to the great blue, and walked home to my solitary house, just 50 feet down the beach.4
As I swung open the screen door, I could taste the ginger in the air. My older sister, Maria, was so very fond of ginger. The kitchen smelled of it constantly. The kitchen floor was sandy, hard wood with scattered rugs for color. We were not the rich mayor who lived in the high palace in the mountains. We knew nothing of the mayor, except that he was old, so very old, and had one son.5
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Ok I will type as I read. I like that word cacophony lol because I just used it in one of my stories when I found it on dictionary.com Now Im done lol ok. I like this sounds interesting. And Irish people rock so yea!!!!!!!! lol. I can't wait to read the rest of this. Keep up the fantastic work.
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hey i like this because it's talking about red head and irish too i can't want till you write more to this so please hurry up
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interesting. You painted a nice picture of your character. Same question, is that "he had one son" statement foreshadowing? I'm interested in reading more, I don't feel as though i know what direction this is going in. You should definitely continue.
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Good story mrogan... pretty good description. Not my kinda story or anything but it's good. And is that forshadowing? With the one son thing? if it is it's realy good.
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OOOOh don't leave it there! Keep on going! I love the sea. I'm lucky, I only live about an hour's drive from it. I can sort of imagine fearing it, but I never have, I don't think. I love sailing. At Whit, I went sailing for a week with my dad, my friend, her uncle and her uncle's friend. We sailed around the Scottish inner hebrides and it was amazing. We saw so many different facets of the sea. We saw it when we were almost out of sight of land, stomachs churning as the boat corkscrewed and the waves 8 feet high... then we saw it in a calm, windless passage between Skye and the mainland, translucent, and we lay on the foredeck and a school of dolphins came and played by the bows, so close we could almost touch them... It was amazing. Keep writing!
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