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01-23-2006, 07:56 AM
Here's somthing I am working on for a class assignment. It is suposed to be a descriptive essay, but I have seemed to have truned it into a story. Is there a way to get it back to being a descriptive essy, Or should I just scrap it and start over? ( sorry for the "long" post 325 words)
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[Large waves crash upon the shore. Their green faces and white frothy hair shimmer in the lights of the nearby pier as they thrust themselves upon the sand as if they are trying to escape the monster. With all the power they can muster, they cannot escape. They are consigned to the deep and the sea will not relinquish them.
As a monument to solidarity and persistence, the pier stands there stretching its long single finger into the still dark and turbulent water. further out, on the horizon, the first signs of the new day reveal the grey and low hanging clouds that reflect the pinkish-red color of today’s sunrise. As the harbinger of warmth and light slowly ascends into the sky, pink gives way to red, red gives way to gold, and gold gives way to a dull grey. During these exchanges, I noticed the regulars emerged form their seaside accommodations. There was Harry the local “beach dog” who brought along his pal Sara. It was difficult to tell who was in charge this morning with Harry dragging Sara, who was wearing roller-skates, across the boardwalk. The dawn also brought out the surfers who were standing on the lee side of the pier. They were watching Harry who had reached the sand by now and in the process had lost Sara. He was not running into the surf like he usually did. Actually, he was not running anywhere near the water today and upon further observation, I learned why. Just above the water line, there were thousands of them. Jutting out of the seaweed like overturned bowls of Jell-O. With their long tentacles streaming back towards the sea, they were lying in wait for the unsuspecting beachcomber to come upon them. Their sails still undulating in the salt filled air of the onshore wind. By now, the pier was filling with the morning rush of shopkeepers and anglers hoping to snare and unsuspecting ‘fish’. ]
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[Large waves crash upon the shore. Their green faces and white frothy hair shimmer in the lights of the nearby pier as they thrust themselves upon the sand as if they are trying to escape the monster. With all the power they can muster, they cannot escape. They are consigned to the deep and the sea will not relinquish them.
As a monument to solidarity and persistence, the pier stands there stretching its long single finger into the still dark and turbulent water. further out, on the horizon, the first signs of the new day reveal the grey and low hanging clouds that reflect the pinkish-red color of today’s sunrise. As the harbinger of warmth and light slowly ascends into the sky, pink gives way to red, red gives way to gold, and gold gives way to a dull grey. During these exchanges, I noticed the regulars emerged form their seaside accommodations. There was Harry the local “beach dog” who brought along his pal Sara. It was difficult to tell who was in charge this morning with Harry dragging Sara, who was wearing roller-skates, across the boardwalk. The dawn also brought out the surfers who were standing on the lee side of the pier. They were watching Harry who had reached the sand by now and in the process had lost Sara. He was not running into the surf like he usually did. Actually, he was not running anywhere near the water today and upon further observation, I learned why. Just above the water line, there were thousands of them. Jutting out of the seaweed like overturned bowls of Jell-O. With their long tentacles streaming back towards the sea, they were lying in wait for the unsuspecting beachcomber to come upon them. Their sails still undulating in the salt filled air of the onshore wind. By now, the pier was filling with the morning rush of shopkeepers and anglers hoping to snare and unsuspecting ‘fish’. ]