Dreamwriter wrote:She breathed in the scent of the fresh morning air, savoring the crisp feeling of it in her throat, on her eye lids and playfully caressing her cheeks. She longed to once again understand the language of nature, and speak to her new found friends of what others thought to be an inanimate world. Happily, she remembered that the air she inhaled and exhaled had a name that could not be called to with words of the tongue. Sighing, she breathed a name that needed no pronunciation.
“Missed you…” whispered a wordless voice as the wind mussed her hair and tickled her ear. Giggling, she ran her fingers though the shapeless hands of her friend in the breeze.
More friends welcomed her as she glided dreamily down the dirt road. The gravel between her bare toes poked and teased her; each leaf on a bush called to her to enjoy their berries, so many voices per bush they had to talk together as one to be heard. Dew drops danced within themselves on flower pedals, singing about the joys of being clouds and rain, mist and rivers, sharing stories of ice and snow.
So much life in her lifeless world, and she never knew it until the wind called to her with an intangible heart.
I didn't understand what was going on until the last few sentences. If this was a full story you would definitely need to work on the way in which you convey and write it, but i know this is only a concept and as that, it is very interesting. It needs a lot more development to become a long story or novel and i don't know where you would go with it. But it would add an interesting aspect or sub-plot to a longer, more detailed tale.
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