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In a tiny town, there lived a girl who took a detour across every journey she set off on. Making a detour helps to outrun the existential, ordinary happenings a human may face. She would take a diversion off the path to reach the supermarket, or a jaunt on the beachside to arrive at school. Most of the time, it was fair to assume, she didn’t make it to her intended destination. Most of the time you could find her wandering until the gloaming settled over the town.
It was a very small municipality, and most of the occupants were proud to call it a city. Yet, a few would call it a mere hamlet, or village, and the rest of the townspeople shouted them down. A few angry citizens went as far to throw rotten fruits, or toads, at those outrageous people. How dare they call their great and extensive city a meager hamlet, or village!
Alright, so we've started with a bit of a lowkey introduction towards what appears to be a bit of a setting here and this one character. Its a pretty interesting setting actually and I think you manage to draw my attention in quite nicely here even though its mostly just description here, that's quite nicely done I think. Let's see where this takes us.
The girl had a name, but she didn’t talk to other people often enough for it to stick. But, her parents and few friends called her Lela on occasion. Of course, the only point of a name is for others to be able to tell you what to do. Lela wasn’t the type of girl who enjoyed or even put up with others telling her what to do. She did enjoy the quiet lapping waves of the pebble-strewn bay. Also, the muffled green silence of the woods behind her house. Wandering was her vitality, taking detours to stray from the path.
Her parents were decent folks. They told her to be back soon after the sun set and never to be outside when the stars came out. Her parents had little to no contact with the outer world. They were as superstitious as anyone living in the middle of nowhere could be. Which is to say, very superstitious. They told Lela, “The stars are always watching and judging, and bring ill fortune to those who stare for too long. It's best not to be outside in the dark at all. In the darkness is when all animals turn feral. In the dark the moon makes the ocean rise up and crash against the beach, crushing all who stay on it. That is why sand is so small and broken apart in the day.”
Okayy....I am not entirely sure where that one is going there. This narrator certainly seems to have a rather interesting tone about them, and it makes for an enjoyable start I think describing this girls personality and the eccentricities of her parents and the area she lived in.
Lela wasn’t sure whether to believe her parents’ conjectures or not, but they meant well. Besides, death by a feral cat or a savage tortoise was not how she wanted to go. So every night she sprinted back inside as soon as the sun went down. Then she tried not to look out of any window at the stars while inside.
Now, it was summertime. The trees were awake and a hazy, comfortable silence hung over the humid forest. Lela spent most of her time by the beach, where the water was ceaseless and cool. Sand, stress, and bloody washed away with ease. One late afternoon, a slow-moving July or August against a blue sky, Lela stayed out longer than usual.
The sun was glowing over the water. The sky was settling into darkness. A toad croaked, and she looked down to find it sitting by her yellow boots, looking up at her. The toad was bright red and its blinking eyes seemed to glow with a milky light. She hadn’t seen a toad look like that before. But, she expected there were many things on the planet she hadn’t seen before and didn’t much mind it.
Alright, this rather whimsical sounding opening is continuing on with that very same tone rather nicely here and so far I am enjoying it. It doesn't necessarily seem to have a proper plot per say right at the start here, but there is certainly enough going on that I really am finding this very interesting.
There was something about the clouds and the sluggish movement of the waves that night. They beckoned Lela to stay in the open. She hung back in the gap between the sand and the trees. There were no visible stars among the thick layers of clouds. Though darkness reigned, she could feel that her good fortune was waiting outside.
There was an old lighthouse a little way down the coast. It was rusty and it usually looked abandoned. A few times Lela could have sworn she saw moving silhouettes against windows at the top of the tower. The searchlight had not worked as long as she could remember and it cast no light across the dark water. The clouds shuttered in on Lela.
Oooh, this is setting a pretty neat tone here I think. You created a nice little setup there with the warnings, and how Lela takes them with a slight grain of salt, and we also go along with it, only know it seems like those warning have a chance of being accurate and I think that makes for a lovely moment here to end. Overall, a pretty solid start here, a very interesting setting that draws us in and a lovely ending that's setup quite nicely to make us want to read on and find out more.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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