Writing Challenge - underwater
michaelsjournal said he was going to try to write some fiction tonight. It sounds like a good idea so I'm going to try to write it too. Merry gave me a writing challenge a few months ago so write something underwater and I have so far failed to rise to the challenge. Ah well, here goes.
Mirium's blond hair danced in front of her face, clinging to her cheeks and flowing out around the arms and shoulders of her blue dress. Beyond the shimmering strands she could see the saphire blue surface of the water, rippled by the paddles of a passing boad and shining gold in the bright sunlight. It was beautiful and as she smiled with wonder a few blubbles of air escaped her mouth and went soaring towards the surface.
As she floated towards the bottom she felt warm and light and not at all troubled by the throbing in her head. As the water gently guided her limp body down to the sand on the bottom she sleepily thought that it would be a nice place to have nap while she waited for her head to stop hurting.
Her grandmother's neacklace drifted into view amoungst her hair. The gold chain and blue sea stone matched the colours of the sun and sea's surface almost perfectly. The last of her air escaped her lungs while she admired the necklace, twisting in the current.
As the white sand of the sea bottom embraced her Mirium thought she heard the sea singing her a lullaby. She gently drifted off to sleep.
Mirium dreampt of great underwater cities and strange creatures with human faces and the round yellow eyes of fish. She floated through great chambers of stone filled with gold that had arches open to the sea instead of windows open to the air. In the dream one of the fish people gave her her Grandmother's necklace and spoke her name.
And then in the darkness she heard her name again.
"Mirium!" it was Driannon.
Mirium opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Dri?" she tried to say but water gurgled in her throat obscuring the word.
Driannon dropped to his knees next to her and helped her sit up. He was talking, almost shouting, something about her being hit in the head, about drowing. The water flowed out of her mouth and down into the folds of her sodden dress. "Why did you wake me up?" she asked sleepily.
"Your Dad's coming. Your Dad's coming," he said talking quickly. His hands were shaking. "It's alright. You're going to be all right."
"I am alright," Mirium said, feeling more and more awake. "It's okay Dri. I'm alright."
"We couldn't find you," Dri babbled, "Couldn't get to you. You were under for so long." Dri's brown eyes were wide with fear.
"Mirium!" Her dad climb out of the water and onto the dock next to them. Dripping with sea water he scooped her from the sun warmed planks and hugged her closely.
"It's okay Dad. I'm okay," she said as she hugged him back. Some of the other men from the village were climbing out of the water and onto the dock with exclamations of joy. Some of them touched her as if to see she was real.
Her father set her back on the dock and knelt next to her, checking her over. "You were under so long. I can't belive it. Dri thank you for saving my little girl." He hugged her again. "Your insides must be sore. Oh, my poor little Miri. Come, lets get on dry land and we can sit."
"But I'm okay," she insisted but none of the grown ups seemed to hear her as they led her to the shore.
Mirium's blond hair danced in front of her face, clinging to her cheeks and flowing out around the arms and shoulders of her blue dress. Beyond the shimmering strands she could see the saphire blue surface of the water, rippled by the paddles of a passing boad and shining gold in the bright sunlight. It was beautiful and as she smiled with wonder a few blubbles of air escaped her mouth and went soaring towards the surface.
As she floated towards the bottom she felt warm and light and not at all troubled by the throbing in her head. As the water gently guided her limp body down to the sand on the bottom she sleepily thought that it would be a nice place to have nap while she waited for her head to stop hurting.
Her grandmother's neacklace drifted into view amoungst her hair. The gold chain and blue sea stone matched the colours of the sun and sea's surface almost perfectly. The last of her air escaped her lungs while she admired the necklace, twisting in the current.
As the white sand of the sea bottom embraced her Mirium thought she heard the sea singing her a lullaby. She gently drifted off to sleep.
Mirium dreampt of great underwater cities and strange creatures with human faces and the round yellow eyes of fish. She floated through great chambers of stone filled with gold that had arches open to the sea instead of windows open to the air. In the dream one of the fish people gave her her Grandmother's necklace and spoke her name.
And then in the darkness she heard her name again.
"Mirium!" it was Driannon.
Mirium opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Dri?" she tried to say but water gurgled in her throat obscuring the word.
Driannon dropped to his knees next to her and helped her sit up. He was talking, almost shouting, something about her being hit in the head, about drowing. The water flowed out of her mouth and down into the folds of her sodden dress. "Why did you wake me up?" she asked sleepily.
"Your Dad's coming. Your Dad's coming," he said talking quickly. His hands were shaking. "It's alright. You're going to be all right."
"I am alright," Mirium said, feeling more and more awake. "It's okay Dri. I'm alright."
"We couldn't find you," Dri babbled, "Couldn't get to you. You were under for so long." Dri's brown eyes were wide with fear.
"Mirium!" Her dad climb out of the water and onto the dock next to them. Dripping with sea water he scooped her from the sun warmed planks and hugged her closely.
"It's okay Dad. I'm okay," she said as she hugged him back. Some of the other men from the village were climbing out of the water and onto the dock with exclamations of joy. Some of them touched her as if to see she was real.
Her father set her back on the dock and knelt next to her, checking her over. "You were under so long. I can't belive it. Dri thank you for saving my little girl." He hugged her again. "Your insides must be sore. Oh, my poor little Miri. Come, lets get on dry land and we can sit."
"But I'm okay," she insisted but none of the grown ups seemed to hear her as they led her to the shore.