Post by ◄Freya► on Sept 5, 2006 20:52:45 GMT -5
Shoreline
Neither far nor near here was the birthplace of something amazing. It wasn’t always like that, for rude and hate and deceit got in the way. But this place was like a portal from the real world, where you could come here and forget your troubles. It would work its magic on you and you would feel so relaxed.
Beautiful, crisp sand was a key ingredient. It was like a recipe for a treat that was unable to duplicate in the sanctity of your home. Soon there’d be a splashings of cool liquid lapping against the sand.
Thus, this formed a Shoreline of sorts, where people would build their structured summer vacationing spots. Though, there were those who made their lives permanent near the Shoreline. Some built smart and lived in the safety of trees.
Others built right near the Shoreline, which maybe wasn’t so smart. Yet, it was their decision and no one told you what to do here.
In this particular story, we will focus on one special girl. A girl native to the Shoreline, though most don’t know where she lives. Some see her going into a forest of sorts, thinking she lives there. Many just see her spending her nights asleep on the Shoreline, allowing the water to lick her toes ‘til dawn.
Her sleek dirty blond hair waved like the delicate seaweed in water. Blue-gray eyes scanned the Shoreline everyday for passing civilization. The softest of skin was hers and it was tanned from living in the sunshine. A tattered and ripped dress covered her with jagged edges from tides and aging. Only a few tears were placed on the once pearl white dress, and with spaghetti straps, it was enough to keep her cool. Light-stepping tan feet were hard with calluses from running everywhere. People would offer her shoes, but no good. She herself felt that you should let your feet be free.
Her whole body was average size. If we put her in our focus and said that she played a sport, she probably would be a jockey, a fourteen year old jockey who had been riding for six years.
Overall, she was very friendly and made friends with everyone. Not just residents, but also those who visited. She could be dramatic and a bit sensitive, but generally an awesome person.
Here, on the Shoreline is where our story begins, with this very girl. Here, on the Shoreline at dusk, she lay with a journal
in her hand, beginning to tell the ride of Rosalyn’s life.
Chapter 1
If you are reading this, then you know who I am… I am Rosalyn. The same Rosalyn who would run without tennis shoes, mush less sandals, and even when you would try to give me shoes, I wouldn’t accept them. Yes, the same Rosalyn who you didn’t where I lived. Actually, what I am about to explain will answer all random and maybe ominous questions you may have about my untouched life. Yes, the same Rosalyn who, well, you get the gist… Anyway, my life, I have lived all my life on and near the Shoreline. The crisp, foaming waves calming me to sleep every night, the soothing warmth of the sea breeze blowing through my window pane. Ahh… paradise… My family and I have had that house there for forever, but not anymore. My family is not on this earth anymore, sadly, for they have passed on. Even the old house is gone, but their hearts are with me.
My mom was a wonderful artist. Sometimes she would make her paints from things local to the Shoreline. Other times, she would just buy paints from the store, but that was only if the Shoreline didn’t have what she needed. Her short dirty blond hair and hazel eyes were enough to make anyone smile.
My grandmother, or my Nana, man, DON’T GET ME STARTED! She is hilarious and very, well, how do I put this? She is… ornery! That’s it! She is very ornery! Like most grandparents, she was… older than me, but she didn’t act like it. She would blame things on my mom most of the time when something happened to her, but it was only in fun. She too had a thing about her that you could just smile, then just flat out laugh!
Of course, I can’t forget my awesome dog Moon. She was a brindle colored female, and we think she is part Great Dane, but other than that, she is mutt. She is so spoiled, but she is an awesome friend, kinda like me. Though she has messed up a few times, my family has looked past that to see the true Moon.
We four lived happily together in a cute earthen colored stucco house. We were in the safety of the trees, plus, we were only a thirty second walk from the Shoreline. There was a big, make that, huge back deck that looked over to the Shoreline. Hey, if I mastered the art of falling into four-foot trees, then I could make it to Shoreline in maybe ten seconds! But that’s all in the past, because after what happened, the house and my family is not here.
Neither far nor near here was the birthplace of something amazing. It wasn’t always like that, for rude and hate and deceit got in the way. But this place was like a portal from the real world, where you could come here and forget your troubles. It would work its magic on you and you would feel so relaxed.
Beautiful, crisp sand was a key ingredient. It was like a recipe for a treat that was unable to duplicate in the sanctity of your home. Soon there’d be a splashings of cool liquid lapping against the sand.
Thus, this formed a Shoreline of sorts, where people would build their structured summer vacationing spots. Though, there were those who made their lives permanent near the Shoreline. Some built smart and lived in the safety of trees.
Others built right near the Shoreline, which maybe wasn’t so smart. Yet, it was their decision and no one told you what to do here.
In this particular story, we will focus on one special girl. A girl native to the Shoreline, though most don’t know where she lives. Some see her going into a forest of sorts, thinking she lives there. Many just see her spending her nights asleep on the Shoreline, allowing the water to lick her toes ‘til dawn.
Her sleek dirty blond hair waved like the delicate seaweed in water. Blue-gray eyes scanned the Shoreline everyday for passing civilization. The softest of skin was hers and it was tanned from living in the sunshine. A tattered and ripped dress covered her with jagged edges from tides and aging. Only a few tears were placed on the once pearl white dress, and with spaghetti straps, it was enough to keep her cool. Light-stepping tan feet were hard with calluses from running everywhere. People would offer her shoes, but no good. She herself felt that you should let your feet be free.
Her whole body was average size. If we put her in our focus and said that she played a sport, she probably would be a jockey, a fourteen year old jockey who had been riding for six years.
Overall, she was very friendly and made friends with everyone. Not just residents, but also those who visited. She could be dramatic and a bit sensitive, but generally an awesome person.
Here, on the Shoreline is where our story begins, with this very girl. Here, on the Shoreline at dusk, she lay with a journal
in her hand, beginning to tell the ride of Rosalyn’s life.
Chapter 1
If you are reading this, then you know who I am… I am Rosalyn. The same Rosalyn who would run without tennis shoes, mush less sandals, and even when you would try to give me shoes, I wouldn’t accept them. Yes, the same Rosalyn who you didn’t where I lived. Actually, what I am about to explain will answer all random and maybe ominous questions you may have about my untouched life. Yes, the same Rosalyn who, well, you get the gist… Anyway, my life, I have lived all my life on and near the Shoreline. The crisp, foaming waves calming me to sleep every night, the soothing warmth of the sea breeze blowing through my window pane. Ahh… paradise… My family and I have had that house there for forever, but not anymore. My family is not on this earth anymore, sadly, for they have passed on. Even the old house is gone, but their hearts are with me.
My mom was a wonderful artist. Sometimes she would make her paints from things local to the Shoreline. Other times, she would just buy paints from the store, but that was only if the Shoreline didn’t have what she needed. Her short dirty blond hair and hazel eyes were enough to make anyone smile.
My grandmother, or my Nana, man, DON’T GET ME STARTED! She is hilarious and very, well, how do I put this? She is… ornery! That’s it! She is very ornery! Like most grandparents, she was… older than me, but she didn’t act like it. She would blame things on my mom most of the time when something happened to her, but it was only in fun. She too had a thing about her that you could just smile, then just flat out laugh!
Of course, I can’t forget my awesome dog Moon. She was a brindle colored female, and we think she is part Great Dane, but other than that, she is mutt. She is so spoiled, but she is an awesome friend, kinda like me. Though she has messed up a few times, my family has looked past that to see the true Moon.
We four lived happily together in a cute earthen colored stucco house. We were in the safety of the trees, plus, we were only a thirty second walk from the Shoreline. There was a big, make that, huge back deck that looked over to the Shoreline. Hey, if I mastered the art of falling into four-foot trees, then I could make it to Shoreline in maybe ten seconds! But that’s all in the past, because after what happened, the house and my family is not here.
