We fade in on a girl, illuminated only
by a broken-open moon. She sits
alone on a beach with her fingers
wrapped around a pen, her toes
in sand. The ocean is our only sound
-track. She leans her head back
and lets out her first scribbled scream.
She hopes she’s about to be heard.
And seen.
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My attempt for NaPoWriMo, day 14.
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Oh, I love this so much! There’s something about writing at the ocean…I always feel the words as screams.
Thank you so much, Bridgette.
This is really beautiful.
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“illuminated only
by a broken-open moon”
“The ocean is our only sound
-track. She leans her head back”
Thank you. The prompt was a fun challenge, but I didn’t have enough time yesterday to give it the attention due. I wanted to put it in screenwriting format and everything, but that just didn’t happen.