Making angels in the sand (829 hits)
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Submitted by Staci Nicole <cmpkllurslf.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-07-04 20:15:19 EDT
Ahh, those Florida summer nights. I recall a time when all that mattered was when the clouds would scatter revealing all those twinkiling fate twisters, and the feel of cool sand between your toes. Walking along the beach at night, something about the waves and the pulsing breeze with each crash just felt right. A crimson moon shone on a dark horizon that seemed to melt the ocean into the sky with reflections of stars and Van Gogh eye-tricks... And we felt that somehow that night was special.
Thanks to the warm current from the Gulf, the ocean was always warm at night. Soft laughter filled the air as two shillouettes dashed towards the foamy tops of steadily rolling waves. The bite of salt water in open wounds is one deserving of wince, but furrow their brows did not. It wasn't even important that they had drifted far from the path of strewn about bluejeans and t-shirts and sandals. Promises to mend broken wings and hopes for a not too distant future filled their hearts and dreams.
And dream they did...
Broken words and a temporary embrace could never hold it all together. Two shots straight, no chaser, and two years down the line it seemed as though everything had changed. They both sat on different beaches longing for the warmth of the current and of eachother, but looseknit sweaters and a bottle pressed to palm would have to suffice for now. The moon hung low in the sky, just as it had that night. Only now the moon played back everything they remembered, and everything they wished to forget. Damn that moon... That pearl orb that made your eyes blur the edges, and tears catch in your throat. Swallow.
Inhale.
Exhale.
One more shot, make it a double. Old friends had pulled themselves together for old time's sake, and everyone spread in search of driftwood. Journals' pages filled front and back, yearbooks and pictures always were the best for flint. As the flames reached higher, the cheers grew louder, then settled with the consistant crackpop from the burning heap of old memories from long ago. Graduation night was one that had faded, but remained in bits and pieces.. this would be wear caps were thrown into the air, and fell with the dwindling of parents' applause. But some things just wouldn't catch, she thought, as the flames licked the stars and cast dancing shadows on the beach.
Laying back, she could hear one of the boys strumming a guitar in the background. A catchy, familiar tune that she couldn't quite place her finger on. But it didn't matter, nothing ever did. A sip from the bottle, followed by outstreched limbs sweeping the sand was amusement enough for the moment. She remembered the sand angels from that night, and leaned forward to trace a halo with her indexfinger. Smiling to herself, she could hear the guitar and the lyrics and suddenly paused, frozen with that furrowed brow.
Meeting eyes, all she could hear were the words. And as they held that stare, her face softened and she realized the words were for her. Completely oblivious to friends and all that had brought them together again.. here... on this night.. on this beach. One line stuck in her mind;
"If this is our test... I'm gonna fail it my best. The only way to stay true."
And dream they did...
User Reviews
Submitted by convicted_child_rapist (user info) at 2004-07-13 18:48:04 EDT (#)
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I'd rape you in the snow, you wouldnt care because youd be dead
Submitted by FilthyAssistant (user info) at 2004-07-13 18:44:46 EDT (#)
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I would say abysmal but I don't know how to spell it
Submitted by Missty (user info) at 2004-07-13 18:33:00 EDT (#)
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you're a cunbt
Submitted by stacenbass (user info) at 2004-07-05 04:23:58 EDT (#)
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How cliche that everyone responds the same...
But It doesn't really matter. Since it's open for interpretation, if that's what you get from it...
Submitted by staci has a vagina <vagina.at.vagina.com> at 2004-07-04 23:47:47 EDT (#)
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can i see your vagina?
Submitted by sublime (user info) at 2004-07-04 23:21:44 EDT (#)
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its not that bad.
Submitted by steph (user info) at 2004-07-04 23:02:21 EDT (#)
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nice
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-07-04 22:43:19 EDT (#)
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Did you just copy and paste the most cliched phrases you could find and give it a ghey title, or or you actually retarded?
Submitted by conrad (user info) at 2004-07-04 22:31:25 EDT (#)
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Unbelievably cliche-ridden
Submitted by koreanboi2030 (user info) at 2004-07-04 22:15:27 EDT (#)
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Submitted by sunjunkie04 (user info) at 2004-07-04 22:09:57 EDT (#)
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One time I pucked in my mouth, and then swallowed it. It was better than this.
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2004-07-04 21:53:27 EDT (#)
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I want to do naughty things to your face.
Submitted by redzone (user info) at 2004-07-04 21:29:36 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2004-07-04 21:10:11 EDT (#)
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I liked it.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-07-04 20:54:56 EDT (#)
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This post smells like cunt.
Submitted by TheAntiBart (user info) at 2004-07-04 20:52:11 EDT (#)
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The flood of lemmings has arrived. I shall attempt to stem the flow, but I fear there is naught which I can do.
Submitted by dakingisdead (user info) at 2004-07-04 20:48:45 EDT (#)
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Hmmmmm I have seen worse.
Somewhere.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-07-04 20:43:33 EDT (#)
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This post rules.
And by rules I mean sucks.
Submitted by hairsphincter2 (user info) at 2004-07-04 20:42:09 EDT (#)
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If only this post could ovulate...
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-07-04 20:41:07 EDT (#)
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This post is a dictionary of cliches