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The Siren's Call

Post by Kane on Mon Mar 23, 2015 10:06 pm

Hey there! I just wanted to post what I have so far for my story for creative writing. Don't hesitate to tell me how I can improve. Thank you so much in advance!

The Siren’s Call

The purple and pink sunset dominated the Cape Town skyline like a peaceful sentinel watching over its apathetic patrons. It was the time of year when the night whistled with promise and love for some people, but not everyone could partake in this fortune. A lone young man named Alistair Waldorf walked on the soft, white sands of Camps Bay. He was dressed in nothing but a simple burnt orange and pale purple swimsuit, and a pair of cheap white sunglasses. His chest was barred and the reflection of the water glinted off of his sun kissed skin. Alistair’s honey colored hair was knotted by hours of salt and water. The gentle tide lapped at his feet as he made soft indentions in the newly wet sand. As he continued along on his course, a soft sound from the ocean called to him. It was like a pleasant hum or a simple high key on a piano calling from the gentle sound of the waves.

The man directed his curious hazel eyes on the source of the sound. That was when she saw her standing in the light shallows of the sea. She wore a simple dress made of deep blue silk. It was almost like it was woven from the very deepest part of the seas where the light barley breached the icy waters. The dress had a slit in it that ran all the way from her ankle to middle section of her thigh. Her ebony hair cascaded down in a delicate braid all the way to the small of her back. It swung gently with the rhythm of the ocean waves. Small pearls adorned her hair as well as her neck and ears.  Her skin was ghostly white and without a single blemish. She raised her hand up towards the sky as she began her hallowed song.

I’ll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue
And it’s hey to the starboard, heave ho
Look out, lad, a siren be waiting for you
In mysterious fathoms below
Mysterious fathoms below

Her lips formed a tight smirk before she shimmered as if she was nothing more than a dessert mirage. In a single moment, she was gone and in her place, the ocean remained unchanged. Alistair shook his head to clear the fog that made him feel sleepy and lost. He felt like a derelict set about in a lonely, foggy sea with no light or instrument to guide him. Ever muscle in his body screamed at him to follow her to see the mysterious fathoms she promised him in her beautiful ode.

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Post by WritingBookworm on Mon Mar 23, 2015 10:15 pm

Ooh, this shows a lot of promise! Very Happy It's a bit haunting -- definitely in a good way -- and I'm absolutely in love with the imagery at the very beginning. If you want constructive feedback, then I'd suggest icalicizing the lyrics, or putting them in quotations, or both. Perhaps put in a little more substance and lengthen it a little, of you feel that would work best for your piece. Overall, really impressive! Very Happy

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Post by Kane on Tue Mar 24, 2015 6:03 pm

Thank you so much, Writing! Here is the rest of what I have so far!

A small jingling finally broke him out of his stupor. It was coming from the back pocket of his swimsuit. He reached his right hand into the nylon pocket before producing a small vibrating device. His eyes took a moment to focus in on the brightly lit screen. The message read: Where are you? You were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago. A small picture of a slender faced girl with strawberry blonde hair accompanied the message. Upon seeing the message, Alistair hastily threw the phone back into his pocket and sprinted towards the road, his feet kicking up pristine sand as he ran. His tongue spit noxious curses as he ran towards the waiting canary yellow Jeep. The mysterious woman and her haunting ballad were far from his mind as his feet pounded against the baking asphalt of the parking lot.

I can’t be late meeting them again! Where did they say we were meeting? Come on, Alistair!

The door made a loud boom as he jumped into the black leather seat. The car came to life with a short grunt of exertion from the engine as he peeled out of the Camps Bay parking lot. Alistair was a young man of about 22 visiting from America on summer break from Columbia University. His rather wealthy parents were funding his little South African exploits, and he was all too happy to make the most out of their hard earned money. Alistair with his girlfriend Margret and another couple by the names of Conrad and Emma were all staying at a beach house a few miles down the bay. As he drove along, the city streets grew ever darker in the diminishing sun. Outdoor café workers began setting up for the dinner crowd as the streetlamp’s gentle light slowly winked into existence. People flooded the streets and the sidewalks as Alistair drove along, the wind tearing through his hair and chilling his body. Families admired innocent baubles in the windows of shops while young lovers strolled along, lost in thought of only one another. He turned into the parking lot of a nearby beach shack called The Lekker Babelaas where Margret’s white Jeep already sat waiting by the front entrance. It was nothing more than an open wooden structure with a thatched roof sitting on a lonely curve in the beach. Twinkling lights were wrapped around the various palm trees that surrounded the shack and it’s neighboring volleyball court. The usual clientele looked towards Alistair as he made his entrance. It was mostly fit twenty year olds looking for a fun, carefree night, or lethargic forty year olds trying to pretend like they too were fit and twenty.

Margret stood up from a table where she was sharing a basket of what looked like Koeksister with Conrad and Emma. She was dressed in a blue lace top with a little white anchor pattern along the hem and a pair of white shorts. Her hair was tied back into a simple ponytail, yet she was still striking. As Margret went to smile at Alistair, her light blue eyes crinkled along with her.

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Re: The Siren's Call

Post by ~Dylan Battle~ on Fri Jul 24, 2015 5:39 pm

Beautiful imagery, I can actually see what you're trying to get across.

If  there's anything I would have to say is that I would love to get into Alistair's head more because it adds to depth and emotion in characters.

You're writing styles pleasant and I will be looking forward to the next post!

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