Writing+Warmup

Writing Marathon

"Don't cross the line!" said Effie. But I already had. As the toe of my boot touched the burning hot sand it went quiet. The crickets that could be heard well over the sound of the crashing waves were no longer chirping. Even the usually roaring ocean had gone silent. It stayed like that for a couple of minutes as though I was the only living thing in this dead world. The reason I was suddenly snapped out of this trance was the sight of my dear sister, Effie.