Brigits_Flame Week One: Directions
Title: Directions
Prompt: Coast
For: brigits_flame
Rating: PG
Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 380
AN: Unbetaed, it is bound to have errors!
As the bells begin to chime I glance to my right just in time to see the first firework erupt into the dark sky above. Reds, greens, purples and blues. Each as bright as the one before. I could feel the excitement and sense of achievement all around me. Songs could be heard and although I couldn’t quite here the lyrics, I knew what was being sung about. Lying back, I close my eyes and allow the calm breeze to brush over my tired body. Whilst trailing my hands through the moist sand, I reflect on the previous year and the promises I wish to make to myself for the year to come. Last year was a failure. I didn’t achieve anything I hoped too… not I minded, I enjoyed it nonetheless. But next year, I want it to be my year. It’ll be packed full of experiences, travel opportunities and growth. I will shine and it’ll be amazing.
It was almost an hour before the scene I had left behind grew any quieter. The hoards of people were beginning to leave the harbor and most would start to walk home. A few would linger in hope, desperately trying to extend the evenings shenanigans and to prevent to following days descent to normality.
Sighing, I open my eyes and watch as the tide starts to chase itself. Playful yet violent but still as calm and serine as ever. I know I must leave, judging by the number of drunks stumbling past I presume it’s past 1am. Slowly I drag myself across the beach and begin to walk past the Tate Gallery. I allow one last glance before I turn to walk the tiny cobbled streets of St. Ives. Porthmeor beach was now getting busier, several bonfires had sprung up and the stench of alcohol was ripe in the air.
As I say goodbye to my little haven of peace and hope, I remind myself that I’ll be back tomorrow, it’s not like I live far away. It’ll be quieter too, the drunks from tonight will be dealing with hangovers tomorrow. Right now however, drinks will continue and tales of wonder and woe will accompany pledges of resolutions for the year to come.
Yes, 2010 will sure be a marvelous year!
Prompt: Coast
For: brigits_flame
Rating: PG
Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 380
AN: Unbetaed, it is bound to have errors!
As the bells begin to chime I glance to my right just in time to see the first firework erupt into the dark sky above. Reds, greens, purples and blues. Each as bright as the one before. I could feel the excitement and sense of achievement all around me. Songs could be heard and although I couldn’t quite here the lyrics, I knew what was being sung about. Lying back, I close my eyes and allow the calm breeze to brush over my tired body. Whilst trailing my hands through the moist sand, I reflect on the previous year and the promises I wish to make to myself for the year to come. Last year was a failure. I didn’t achieve anything I hoped too… not I minded, I enjoyed it nonetheless. But next year, I want it to be my year. It’ll be packed full of experiences, travel opportunities and growth. I will shine and it’ll be amazing.
It was almost an hour before the scene I had left behind grew any quieter. The hoards of people were beginning to leave the harbor and most would start to walk home. A few would linger in hope, desperately trying to extend the evenings shenanigans and to prevent to following days descent to normality.
Sighing, I open my eyes and watch as the tide starts to chase itself. Playful yet violent but still as calm and serine as ever. I know I must leave, judging by the number of drunks stumbling past I presume it’s past 1am. Slowly I drag myself across the beach and begin to walk past the Tate Gallery. I allow one last glance before I turn to walk the tiny cobbled streets of St. Ives. Porthmeor beach was now getting busier, several bonfires had sprung up and the stench of alcohol was ripe in the air.
As I say goodbye to my little haven of peace and hope, I remind myself that I’ll be back tomorrow, it’s not like I live far away. It’ll be quieter too, the drunks from tonight will be dealing with hangovers tomorrow. Right now however, drinks will continue and tales of wonder and woe will accompany pledges of resolutions for the year to come.
Yes, 2010 will sure be a marvelous year!