Lisa davies
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Lagoons and Pontoons
I remember lying on the warm golden sand gazing longingly across the lagoon at the other island. Lying on a beach in paradise and daydreaming as if it had been any other mundane day which it was for from, I just couldn’t help myself. But this time was different. I felt a mixture of excitement and dread and I knew that’s what would make the challenge so special. Tracing my fingers through the sand surrounding me In anticipation, I wondered about how I would feel once I made it to the other side carefully observing the distance between the two. How long would that take to swim? Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen!? I really had no idea. Every time I attempted to time one of my fellow holiday goers I’d get distracted or simply lose them as they swam further into the distance, dipping in and out between the small ripples of white appearing from the opening mouth of the lagoon. I watched the tourists go about their day exploring. The brave ones peered down from the tops of the high peaks they had climbed to view the sea below while others strolled across the beach content with their achievement and immediate surroundings.
By Lisa davies2 years ago in Fiction
Lagoons and Pontoons
I remember lying on the warm golden sand gazing longingly across the lagoon at the other island. Lying on a beach in paradise and daydreaming as if it had been any other mundane day which it was for from, I just couldn’t help myself. But this time was different. I felt a mixture of excitement and dread and I knew that’s what would make the challenge so special. Tracing my fingers through the sand surrounding me In anticipation, I wondered about how I would feel once I made it to the other side carefully observing the short distance between the two. How long would that take to swim? Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen!? I really had no idea. Every time I attempted to time one of my fellow holiday goers I’d get distracted or simply lose them as they swam further into the distance, dipping in and out between the small ripples of white appearing from the opening mouth of the lagoon and frowned. I watched the tourists go about their day exploring. The brave ones peered down from the tops of the high peaks they had climbed to the sea below while others strolled across the beach content with their achievement and immediate surroundings.
By Lisa davies2 years ago in Psyche
Struggles on Memory Lane
Hot as hell, stuck. Stranded in a dark bottomless pit. The stench of dampness and rot surrounded her, Emily began to wonder how she got here but her attention was quickly turned by the distorted figure wondering slowley out of nothingness towards her. Long dark tangled hair drowned oddly familiar features that she couldnt place. She wasn’t sure what emotion she seen piercing into her but she stared back curiously unwilling to show fear towards the strange woman who was surrounded by what she could only describe as a netted vale of thick misted haze. She wondered if she reached out what would happen.
By Lisa davies2 years ago in Fiction