Short Stories

Twenty-Nine: Ocean

(A/N): OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING. I had a big creative writing block, but that's no excuse. I'll try to post more often in the future. Anyway, enjoy the crappy story!

 I stood on the edge of a cliff facing the ocean. The waves crashed onto the rocky base of the cliff below me. Water sprayed up towards me as if trying to reach for me before the foamy waves fell back down into the ocean. The frothy white sprays cooled the warm air. I gently set myself down on the soft grassy cliff. I picked up the stained paintbrush laying on the palate. I lightly dipped into a light blue and dark blue and stroked it across the bottom of my canvas. The mist rising from the crashing waves and soft winds combed through my hair, tangling it into a thousand knots, but I paid no heed as I let the paintbrush leave another streak of blue onto the canvas.

I hummed a quiet song. The ocean seemed to quiet down and listen to me as I sang the made-up song. Eventually, I finished my latest creation. It was the ocean, as it always was, the sun setting behind it with colorful streaks streaming across the sky. The oil painting had yet to dry, and it wasn't past curfew, so I sat down on the edge of the cliff and lay onto my back. I felt my eyelids grow heavy as I watched the fluffy clouds roll across the sky. The sound of the ocean was calming and soon lulled me to sleep.

I drowsily woke up to something pecking at my arm. I swatted it away and rolled over. Only to find half of my body dangling off the cliff. I let out a screech of terror and attempted to roll myself back onto safe grassy cliff, but it was too late. I tumbled through the harsh wind as it whipped at my face. My screams were lost to my consuming fear. My body cut through the soft mist that had gathered at the middle of the cliff. I closed my eyes in terror as I waited to feel my body go splat against the ocean. I felt myself plummet straight into the ocean and continue descending. I opened my eyes in surprise and gasped as I slowly stopped and my feet touched sand. I stared at the water encompassing me; I wasn't choking on the water or dead because the impact from that height should've killed me. I started floating upwards against my will as the water seemed to bring me towards the top.

I burst out of the water, not a single drop of seawater staining my clothes dark. The ocean continued to push me towards where I had fallen. When we had reached the top, it didn't immediately drop me back onto the cliff, it instead cradled for a second.

"Watch where you're going, my child." The ocean seemed to whisper. My jaw dropped in shock. The ocean gently deposited me next to my canvas on my behind. The water that had magically raised to the size of the cliff fell dramatically but silently. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't still dreaming. I wasn't dreaming. I sat there for what felt like an hour before gathering things. I whispered a thank you to the sea. As I walked away, I could've sworn that I heard the ocean whisper back.