'Sarah' Stories

@The1NOnlyVenus

Hello Emmett! I wasn't sure whether to post the 'Part Two' of my 'Sarah' piece in a separate thread or in the original thread... so I decided on the former.

I haven't begun working on it yet, but I have gathered some ideas (based on your suggestion<3) and revised the first piece as well.

I will post the revised version of the first part, and the second part here- once I am done writing it :) (and I'm looking forward to your own work as well!)

Oh, and... I wanted to ask if you have any ideas for the titles of these stories? :')

Thank you for reading this buddy<3

~Ni

Part One - Revised (It's the same except for a few small details)

As the first rays of dawn illuminated the world, Sarah awoke to find herself standing in the midst of a dream she had always longed for: a world where dreams could be touched, shaped, and brought to life. She relished the scent of the fresh, cool air that filled her lungs; the sensation of the soft, warm sand between her toes; and the welcome sound of the ocean. She recalled fondly how, as a young child, she dreamed that the ocean could speak to her in soft, sweet whispers—telling her tales which only she would ever know.

Then, quite suddenly, Sarah sensed another person's presence there; and something in her told her that it was a child's presence, and not an adult's. She glanced away from the breathtaking scene playing out before her, and quickly turned when she beheld a sweet little child standing innocently near the tranquil waters. The child wore a long, white nightgown and seemed about six or seven years old. Her short, golden hair framed her face so prettily in thick, wet curls; and she had rosy blooms in her cheeks and large, laughing eyes.

'Hello,' she said, without even the slightest remnant of shyness. Her voice was sweet and clear, and neither soft nor loud. She then smiled, revealing pretty white teeth and dimples.

Sarah could not help but feel an air of familiarity about this child. She had to know her, somehow. It then struck her that in a world as beautiful and magical as this one, perhaps everyone knew everyone, as they do in some towns and villages. Perhaps, then, this young girl lived somewhere near the beach and came here often. Sarah glanced around to see if the child's parents were around, and was quite confused to find that, indeed, they were not.

'Hello,' Sarah said finally. 'Do you come here—often, I mean?' She searched for any fear in the child's young eyes, and was again quite confused to find nothing of the sort. It was as if the child too felt an air of familiarity.

'Oh yes,' the child said, 'Very often.' She paused, her little face knit in thought. 'I don't know how, though.'

Sarah shook her head slowly and uncertainly. 'I don't understand.'

'Well,' the child began, gesturing towards the soft sand beneath her feet, 'I'm always waking up, here, on the sand. And I don't know why. Or how.'

'And where do you go, after waking up?' With each moment that passed and every word Sarah spoke, she felt more strongly that she knew this child, and knew her well.

'Oh, nowhere,' the child replied. 'I just play here, alone. No one ever comes here—ever. So I just play and talk to the ocean, until I feel sleepy.'

Sarah didn't think talking to the ocean was very unnatural for a child, so she didn't question it. 'And then, when you wake up, you are here again?' she asked instead.

'Well, no, not exactly. I'm always somewhere else before I come here.'

'Somewhere... else?'

'I don't remember it when I come here. I only remember falling asleep on something soft and warm, and then I'm here again.' The child spoke much more softly now, almost in a whisper—as if she were afraid someone would hear them.

Sarah was quite confused at all this, and so she decided on changing the topic. 'What's your name?' she asked.

The little girl smiled her lovely smile again. 'Sarah.'

Please let me know if I forgot to correct anything :') or if there's anything I can add as well.