Thursday, 21 March 2013

The first page: Revised

After looking back over my journals, I realise that many of my earlier pieces were little more than rough drafts. I've decided to go back over and polish my work. Here's an excerpt from the revised 'First Page.'


I awoke three months ago on the beach. It was pitch black, save for the starlight. I felt cool sand under my fingers, a salty breeze on my face and heard the breaking of waves behind me. Trees rustled in the wind and muffled voices droned in the distance. I had to find where I was.