This week I am sharing a brief creative writing assignment I did for my Fiction Workshop. We were asked to consider voice through personifying a place we know extremely well. I chose to write my paragraph about Encinitas, California. Enjoy (:
I lick the sandpaper shoreline with each kiss from my blue tongue. The toes of children gleefully run from my foamy, white lips that bubble at their ankles. They chase the seagulls and pelicans that fly through my sky as I watch from the lush green mountains, my hair cascading down past my eyes in the form of jasmine and bougainvillea. Houses, shops, and restaurants all colored by wood and time decorate my dress. The wheels of the bicyclists along the Pacific Coast Highway tickle my outstretched arms and I embrace their presence, offering them full lanes, putting their needs above the people in their cars. My heart, the sunshine, radiates from outside of my body showering the city in a subtle warmth, like an Easy-Bake Oven. I sing the song of wind through palm tree fronds and buzz along with the jellyfish; if you listen closely you can hear me. If you stick your tongue out at the ocean's edge you can taste me. If you rest your hand upon the grassy floor you can feel me. If you inhale the scent of freshly brewed black lavender tea you can smell me. And if you stare into the horizon, just as my heart has descended beyond view, you just might be able to see me—a green flash across the sky.
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This past week in my Mechanics of Writing class we were asked to read "The Lottery" (1948) by Shirley Jackson and then write our own stories with surprise endings. This is mine. Enjoy.