Story in the Sand

Hi all,

I've written the following short story for It's Thursday. The theme is inspired by the image from Missrockstarr.

The sand resembles me: millions of grains glistening, wild, coming together in the wind. Escapable when you reach out your hands and feel its weight. It is weightless like me. I smile like a diamond when I glance into the sky. The sun is stretched against me and I am full of shiny gems. There are hidden stories beneath me. Tales of treasures, seashells, shovels, worn clothes, jewelry, empty wrappers. They cover me with beach towels and lawn chairs and umbrellas. But I like the naked sun. I am a permanent island that laughs when the tide draws in. The ocean speaks of worlds I will never explore. I am the spot where lovers lay on their backs and play. I dare not utter their secrets. Their love makes me cry and pine. I cannot be loved or held. I sit here and reflect upon the sunset. This canvas is stretched so wide above me but I do not tire of its beauty. I see God Almighty there with His imprint drying. I dreamed the stars aligned and spelled my name. I dreamed in moonbeams and shooting stars in ways that human eyes cannot perceive. And as I wake in sunrise, I let the sand pour through me.

Sands of Time

Hi everyone,

Here's another edition of Thursday Tales. The accompanying photo is by Proud of Being Strange.

My heels traversed the sands of time. The days were never ending, slowly receding like the blue waves of the sea. The sun is full like my youth with its brilliant face. My bare feet sinks beneath the heat. I chase the shadow of me. A youthful, buoyant girl who flaps her hands as wings. The waves splash over our legs and kiss our knees. The young girl drifts beyond my reach, and she shimmers like a fish to the bottomless sea.

My ears were romanced by the flames of love, and I heard the laughter of a distant crush. I swung before him like a figurine. The wind swept up my hair, and he caressed me. I called out to the bronze lovers in the sun, but they ignored me dazzled by a fiery love. My eyes mourned the woman that was me and paused in silence by the still, blue sea.

I drifted off before the setting sun. The plumage of purple, gold, and pink swept in love. I counted the footprints of former me. How I long to remain here for all eternity.