Hi there humans! My name is Amy. I am 22. I just graduated from college and am now doing everything I can to get paid to write. I wanted to start this blog to both get my name and writing out there and hopefully connect with other writers. So, if you are a writer, please talk to me! We can offer critique to each other! We can swap ideas!
I’m really into the environment, hence the waterfall picture on the top of the page. I think the environment comes into a lot of my writing. Ideally, I would love to combine my love of nature/the environment to my love of writing, but I am still a recent college grad and am thus struggling to do that.
Send help.
Ha ha just kidding.
(But really though…)
Anywho. What is a writing blog without writing? I mean technically what I’m doing now is writing, but I’m not here to promote my yammering on about whatever my current thoughts are. I want to promote creative writing! What I am posting, therefore, is from a revision on a piece about a girl who becomes pregnant while the ocean levels are starting to rise. It was originally going to be a short story, though who knows what it will evolve into at this point. The original title was Drowned.
Also, I guess when this posts it won’t indent? I am aware that every new paragraph or line of dialogue should be indented.
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When we first heard about the change, we didn’t care. We lived in our own world, a world of high school and gossip and s’mores and booze on the beach when our parents were asleep. Life on the ocean was different from life elsewhere. We never worried about the big things. We were the ones who survived hurricanes. When the sun was up, we quit working to go to the shore. Progress there was slow. We were always dirty. In the summer, I showered outside even if it was going to storm.
They tried to warn us on the evening news. The ocean is rising. The tides are changing. But the change was small then. We didn’t listen.
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It was late at night, after the sun had set, when our parents were asleep. I was sitting on a log next to Jake. We had built a fire on the beach, and the flames leapt into the air, warming our faces as we buried our bare feet on the cool sand. Water lapped on shore. The air filled with the smell of booze.
I hadn’t done it then, not yet, but I wanted to. Jake was next to me, sipping beer, and I swore I could feel his eyes on me even as he faced forward. Something had been different lately. I had felt it when his hands lingered on me in the water. Sometimes the waves pushed us together, but he had never lingered. I liked it.
On Fridays, we always snuck out of our homes and built a bonfire, weather permitting. We would stay up late, roasting marshmallows and talking about the world. Sometimes Robby and Sean would get drunk and stumble into the water, which I truthfully thought was moronic, but I could never say anything. They brought the beer. Besides, I never actually thought any of us could get hurt. We were on the cusp of graduating high school, the world infinite in front of us, and I thought we were invincible.
Above us, the stars shone, glowing in the black night. Robby and Sean’s sharp laugh cut through the air as they stumbled toward the water. They were already drunk.
I turned toward Jake. “Morons.”
He smiled. He didn’t respond right away, but I could see the reflection of the flames in his dark eyes. “Here,” he said, holding out a drink. “Have another beer.”
He reached into the cooler and pulled out a drink. When he handed it to me, his fingers hit mine, but he didn’t move.
I smiled. “You’re drunk.”
“You look pretty tonight.”
“You’re drunk,” I repeated, but I had butterflies.
I drank until my world was spinning. Scooching toward Jake, I let him put his arm around me, smiling as I filled with butterflies. I want to do it tonight, I thought. It was our senior year, after all. We were invincible.
Slowly, the night quieted. Sean started talking to Anna, and soon they were making out, which I had definitely called.
After I finished my third drink, Jake took my hand. “You look pretty,” he told me.
“You’re still drunk,” I repeated, but God, I wanted it.
Soon Jake’s wet lips were hitting mine. I let him kiss me. I let him move me from the log we were sitting on to the cool sand, which gave me goosebumps.
Right before we did it he took my hand and told me he didn’t want to do it there with all those other people around.
“Come home with me,” he whispered.
So I did.
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