Lauren curled up closer to herself. Around her all could sense was darkness. Desperately, she let out a scream. Her beacon, radiating light of hope, disappeared. She could hear faint murmurs of people around her, of past memories. Gradually her body slackened and she continues to tumble towards the bottom of the ocean.
(Fifty-Five Piece Work)
The sequence of events in your prose compliments the conclusion, as is thus appreciated by the reader.
ReplyDeleteThe sequence of events in your prose compliments the conclusion, as is thus appreciated by the reader.
ReplyDeleteAt first, I was thinking this was just about a girl alone in the dark, waiting for some light to shine down on her, but then I realized it is about the light from the lighthouse! (Well so I think, haha) It's a great piece.
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