Writing Prompt Excercise — 100 Words

Once, when I was young, I decided to go walking along the edge of the beach. It was late, too late for me to be out by myself. The water beside me was dark, the waves a swirling, living entity.

During the day, it was easy to see the ocean for what it was. It was so clear and blue, so obviously water. That’s it, just water.

At night, it was the playground of nymphs and selkies. It was a mysterious world that sang, danced, played. I was up to my waist before someone passed by, and pulled me back.

Prompt from A Writer’s Book of Days by Judy Reeves



by | Jun 3, 2007