Third Campaign Challenge: Stranded

The Challenge: 

Write a blog post in 300 words or less ✔, excluding the title. The post can be in any format, whether flash fiction ✔, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should show:

• That it’s morning ✔

• That a man or a woman (or both) is at the beach ✔

• That the MC (main character) is bored ✔

• That something stinks behind where he/she is sitting ✔

• That something surprising happens. ✔

Just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses ✔ AND include these random words: "synbatec ✔," "wastopaneer ✔," and "tacise ✔."  (NB. these words are completely made up and are not intended to have any meaning other than the one you give them).

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Sunlight spilled over the waves like liquid gold, glistening as it reached the shore. My eyes took in the scene from behind shades that darkened the sky’s rosy hue, filtering it, dulling its splendor. I’d seen too many sunrises since I’d been there.

I blew out a sigh and trailed a finger through the sand. Just how long does that man intend to keep me waiting? 

The cry of a seagull pulled me from my reverie, as it swooped down with something in its beak. Ocean water sprinkled my leg, and my nose crinkled at the fishy scent. Great. Now the stupid thing was going to feast on God-only-knew-what behind me. So much for paradise.

I stood to dust the sand from my legs, and a bead of sweat trickled down, over my collarbone.

“Täcįse.”

I straightened as familiar arms encircled my waist. “Jase,” I breathed his name on a shuddered exhale, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Šynbätęc, wäśtopanęęr,” he whispered, bending to brush his lips against my ear.

“Stop.” I squirmed against him. “You know what that island-talk does to me.”

“I know.” The warmth of his breath danced over my skin. “Is it working?”

“No,” I managed, barely suppressing a shiver. “Sorry.”

He grinned, tilting my chin back. “Are you sure about that?”

“…No.” Damn it.

His laughter was the best thing I’d heard in days—since we’d found ourselves stranded on that miserable island.

“Guess what?” he asked, his lips twitching upward.

I turned to him, cautious. “What?”

“We made contact.”

My knees buckled before I could catch myself. “W-We… what?”

“Made contact,” he said, pulling me close. “We’re going home.”

Tears stung my eyes as he crushed his mouth to mine, still tasting of tropical rapture. Maybe I was wrong.

It was a beautiful sunrise.

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Well, I started the Campaign with my first (ever) flash fiction. Here's to hoping I've improved a little. 300 words exactly. :)

If you liked it, feel free to "like" it on the Linky page. (I'm #12) I'll be making my way around to you guys' soon. I can't wait to read them! ♥

Oh, one more thing. I know this post will bury it, so don't forget to check out my weekly post: Stop Screaming. Have a great week! :)