Post by BlindMoon on Mar 4, 2011 14:06:04 GMT -5
A full moon rose over the sea casting a ghostly light over everything it touched. Nothing moved except for the salt tinged waves. They washed up and down the shore rhythmically, almost a lullaby.
A small whimper rose from the edge of the beach. It was so small that only those with the keenest of ears could have heard it. For the one who had made the sound, that was probably best. He didn’t really want to be found.
The bison was hidden in a patch of grass at the place where the plains met the sea. He was curled up as tightly as he could and was trying with no avail, to sleep. While the waves might have been calming to some, they were too close to the sound of rain storms for this little soul.
The only reason that he had chosen to sleep here was that it had already been dark when he had found this place, and his mother had said, “Only travel in the day light.”
Even when she was gone, the calf obeyed his mother s wishes. She had
been gone for three months now, but the calf had not been counting and did not know this. All he knew was that when the season turned two more times, he would be counted as an adult in his kind.
Every noise could have been a stalking predator and every gust of wind could bring storm clouds. And because of this, the calf got little sleep that night.
~~~
When the sun rose the next morning, the tiny calf poked his head out of the grass cautiously. When he could see nothing waiting to eat him, he walked slowly down to the water to take a drink.
The waves were powerful and almost swept him off his feet, but he managed to stay up long enough to bend his head and take a sip.
The calf made a noise of disgust and spat the water out. To rid the salty taste from his mouth, he ran to the nearby grass and ripped a few mouthfuls out. He chewed quickly and swallowed. Then, when the salt had been washed away, he spoke.
Word Count-370
Muse-Pretty good
Notes-I kinda like it. Not my best though.
A small whimper rose from the edge of the beach. It was so small that only those with the keenest of ears could have heard it. For the one who had made the sound, that was probably best. He didn’t really want to be found.
The bison was hidden in a patch of grass at the place where the plains met the sea. He was curled up as tightly as he could and was trying with no avail, to sleep. While the waves might have been calming to some, they were too close to the sound of rain storms for this little soul.
The only reason that he had chosen to sleep here was that it had already been dark when he had found this place, and his mother had said, “Only travel in the day light.”
Even when she was gone, the calf obeyed his mother s wishes. She had
been gone for three months now, but the calf had not been counting and did not know this. All he knew was that when the season turned two more times, he would be counted as an adult in his kind.
Every noise could have been a stalking predator and every gust of wind could bring storm clouds. And because of this, the calf got little sleep that night.
~~~
When the sun rose the next morning, the tiny calf poked his head out of the grass cautiously. When he could see nothing waiting to eat him, he walked slowly down to the water to take a drink.
The waves were powerful and almost swept him off his feet, but he managed to stay up long enough to bend his head and take a sip.
The calf made a noise of disgust and spat the water out. To rid the salty taste from his mouth, he ran to the nearby grass and ripped a few mouthfuls out. He chewed quickly and swallowed. Then, when the salt had been washed away, he spoke.
“That water tastes bad!”
Word Count-370
Muse-Pretty good
Notes-I kinda like it. Not my best though.