This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep,
on her blog 'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's blog. This time the word prompt is
'TWIST'.
| 'Twisted wave' (by Roger Mullenhour) |
Ramsy runs on the shore, on a deserted beach full of
shells. It is raining and the wind
is blowing hard, twisting her hair. Seagulls scream, floating in the air in a bizarre flight.
The waves drip on the beach, moving the shells randomly, being almost impossible to
found them later.
The girl continues to run, the rain hitting her cheeks, listening to the roaring of the sea.
Suddenly she stops, breathing hard and seeing a special shell in the water.
She bends down to pick it up, but just then a wave moves both sand and shells and loses
its view. She dips her hands in the water and lifts them full of shells and sand.
She found another one, full of pearly twists and thankful, she smiles to that beauty,
continuing running. The rain stopped, but the wind continue to blow hard, while
the waves create ephemeral drawings on the shore...
is blowing hard, twisting her hair. Seagulls scream, floating in the air in a bizarre flight.
The waves drip on the beach, moving the shells randomly, being almost impossible to
found them later.
The girl continues to run, the rain hitting her cheeks, listening to the roaring of the sea.
Suddenly she stops, breathing hard and seeing a special shell in the water.
She bends down to pick it up, but just then a wave moves both sand and shells and loses
its view. She dips her hands in the water and lifts them full of shells and sand.
She found another one, full of pearly twists and thankful, she smiles to that beauty,
continuing running. The rain stopped, but the wind continue to blow hard, while
the waves create ephemeral drawings on the shore...
Ramsy alearga la malul marii, pe o plaja pustie plina de
scoici. Ploua si vantul bate
cu putere rasucindu-i parul. Pescarusii tipa, plutind pe curentii de aer intr-un zbor bizar.
Valurile se preling pe plaja, mutand scoicile aleator, fiind aproape imposibil de regasit ulterior.
Fata isi continua alergarea, ploaia lovindu-i obrajii, ascultand vuietul marii.
Brusc se opreste, cu rasuflarea intretaiata de efort si vede in apa o scoica speciala.
Se apleaca sa o culeaga, insa chiar atunci un val misca nisip si scoici deopotriva si o pierde
din vedere. Isi scufunda mainile in apa si le ridica pline de scoici si nisip.
Gasi o alta, plina de rasuciri sidefate si recunoscatoare, zambi acelei frumuseti,
continuindu-si alergarea. Ploaia statuse, insa vantul continua sa bata puternic, in timp ce
valurile creeaza desene efemere pe tarm.
cu putere rasucindu-i parul. Pescarusii tipa, plutind pe curentii de aer intr-un zbor bizar.
Valurile se preling pe plaja, mutand scoicile aleator, fiind aproape imposibil de regasit ulterior.
Fata isi continua alergarea, ploaia lovindu-i obrajii, ascultand vuietul marii.
Brusc se opreste, cu rasuflarea intretaiata de efort si vede in apa o scoica speciala.
Se apleaca sa o culeaga, insa chiar atunci un val misca nisip si scoici deopotriva si o pierde
din vedere. Isi scufunda mainile in apa si le ridica pline de scoici si nisip.
Gasi o alta, plina de rasuciri sidefate si recunoscatoare, zambi acelei frumuseti,
continuindu-si alergarea. Ploaia statuse, insa vantul continua sa bata puternic, in timp ce
valurile creeaza desene efemere pe tarm.
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