The Voice Issue 30: July/August 2017 - Page 46

summer of stories: writing

Prompt: Waves

Alone on the beach, she watched the waves.

It seemed as though she could stay there forever.

The tide falls,

and rises,

just like her.

The ocean was her home,

the fish were her friends.

From miles away, she could hear the waves call.

They screamed her name during hurricanes,

and whispered it during foggy mornings.

Her throat forever burned with the taste of salt,

her skin marked with scratches from sea glass,

every inch of her hair imbedded with grains of sand.

The ocean had chosen her,

and she had chosen it.


-Ellacobradley, Essex, VT

Prompt: Cliches

-Mythicalquill, South Burlington, VT