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A sort piece of writing exploring a characters feelings for life. It's a few years old, but I still like it.

She sat watching the fading sunset descend behind the horizon, watched as the blood red and citrus rays seemed to sink in the ocean and melt into a thousand tiny ripples of cool blue. A gentle breeze was picking up with the onset of night and it felt refreshing. She capped her wings about herself, closing her eyes and breathed deep the scent of the wind, savoring the calm moment, the rush of the surf crashing and rebounding off the cliff.

Through her memory raced all the things that had happened, all the lives she had lived. Time had seen fit to toss her about like a ship lost at sea, but always she had found her way home. More accurately she had always found herself. Even when darkness itself had claimed her life and dashed her against the wind.

A soft hum rose from her throat, no particular tune, just the comforting vibration of her voice, soothing the dark tides that also raced through her mind’s eye. She realized now, that life was like the ocean she was so fond of. Forever changing, sometimes calm and soothing other times angry and lost in a storm of violence, but always moving, never staying the same. And wasn't that why she so loved the ocean? For it's dancing beauty and potentially awesome force?

When her eyes opened night greeted them, a velvety black cover sprinkled with diamond dust. Not a cloud hung in the sky and so bright was the moon she could see clearly the entire landscape. The gentle breeze had picked up again, rustling her long tresses of black cherry hair. With a gentle toss of her head she flung her hair behind her dove soft shoulders and sprang into the breeze, unfurling her
wings. Gently and lazily she soared down from the cliff, landing in soft white sand, the moon to her back, the breeze in her face.

With a smile the humming turned to a song, her voice carried by the wind and mingled with the cresting of the waves. She stood, her wings flared, but not in fright or fight, only for the pure joy of feeling the wind brush over them, as if she were still soaring while she stood on the beach. Slowly ever so slowly she lowered and closed them about herself, relishing the feel of the soft misting kiss of the ocean. Here, here was where she belonged, to the night under a full moon of pearl glow, with the beach under foot and the sounds of waves surging in her ears.

Reviews

[Simone Caldwell]

Hmmm. There is a lot of lovely and well described imagery running through this piece. I really enjoyed the line about, "black cherry hair..." First, because I've never seen hair described that way, and second, nice, I pictured it easily. If this is a finished short story, it is very short on plot and character development, but the setting is spot on. The second paragraph I believe you mean, though, not through (rhymes with threw). Overall good job, but I think there is more of a story here that is yet to be revealed to the readers.