Here are three different paragraphs that I wrote for a Speech class three years ago. I am going to try to embed a poll so that you can vote on your favorite, but if that doesn’t work, please feel free to leave a comment about which one you liked best and where you think the story might be going.
Girl in the Forest:
Midnight had come and gone, but she felt no need for sleep. The half-moon cast a gentle, luminescent glow down through the canopy of pines and firs, dripping liquid drops of light onto her hair and skin. She walked slowly, drinking in every moment alone on such a surreal night. The underbrush tickled her bare feet as the cool dirt morphed obligingly under each soft step. By daylight the impressions would likely be extinguished by the scurrying and scrounging of small creatures that searched for an early breakfast, but for now they were proof of her existence. This was her trail, her path her journey through what was surely not only a quiet forest, but also through her soul. She le the pale light caress her shoulders for a few more moments before resigning the night to the daybreak that would undoubtedly vanquish her memory of this place.
The wails of the shipmates could not overcome the shrill howls of the wind on the sea. As the waves crashed about the wooden boat, they tossed it as if it were nothing more thn a toy. Frantically, the men threw all they owned over the side rails. They gathered buckets of incoming sea water and dumped it back into its home. They adjusted sails and rigging, desperate for hope in a devastating situation. Lightning cracked so near to them as to illuminate the unmanagable scene before them. They would meet their fate here, never again to see dry land, but they woud die as men, battling the raging waves, the roaring thunder, and the winds which seemed to e nothing less than the wrath of God. At last, when all else had failed them, there arose on the water what could not have been: a man walking towards them.
It was perfect. The right height, the right girth, the right smell, the right thickness. He had accomplished the impossible: he had found the right Christmas tree. Tonight the famliy would decorate it. His wife would put on the lights, his kids would add the ornaments, and he would lift little Abby into the air to add the angel that Grandma had passed down to them years ago. In a few hours it would be a brilliant work of art, a gift for all of them to share and cherish. In a few weeks, it would be nothing more than a bonfire. All their hard work would go up in a delightful smoke and let the marshmallows for their New Year’s s’mores. But right now, it was a plain tree with a few flecks of snow still clinging to the needles as they succumbed to the warmth of the house. And it was in this moment that he enjoyed it best. It was completely natral, the way it was made to be. It would be remembered this way for only a short time longer and then perish. But for now, it was as it should be, and that satisfied him.