Tuesday, August 31, 2010

8/31 Tuesday Teaser

Hello again! I am very tired and must get up early tomorrow for my first day of senior year. Woohoo. Just one more year and then high school is over. Forever. Although a year is still a pretty long time. Anyway, since it's Tuesday I ought to post one of them Tuesday Teasers.

So here is a very short bit from Glass Flowers, a story that I probably will not get around to writing again for … well … a few months. I have a ton of things waiting in line to be written. Plus I need to finish editing Walking Shadow (again) because now three agents are waiting to read the 100,000-word version of it. Just 33,000 more words to cut. O_O Well anyway, here's Glass Flowers!

My father once told me that the sea always gives back what it takes. I remember how I used to run along the shoreline, bringing back treasures from the journey and dropping them into his hands. He would run his rough fingertips over the sea-smoothed stones and one time he told me, “You know, some of these rocks might have traveled across entire oceans to get here.”

I stared, disbelieving, at the white stone that sat like a tiny moon in the palm of his hand. “How?”

“Well, there's no telling exactly how it got here. Maybe one day, a long time ago, on some island far away, there was a little girl like you who threw this rock into the ocean. And the motion of the water tossed it around, carried it across the ocean floor all the way here, to where we are.”

I looked out across the tossing waves, squinting as I tried to find this imaginary island my father spoke of.

“The sea always gives back what it takes,” he said. “Maybe it takes hundreds or thousands of years, but sooner or later, each little stone finds its way back to shore.”

The words were forever imprinted on my mind. From then on, whenever I picked up the ocean's gifts from the sand, they felt heavier, as if I held the weight of the whole soft, glowing world in my hand. I imagined each round stone making its treacherous journey, tumbling over the ocean floor––then finally, at the end of a hundred years, finding a place to rest in the sand. The thought always made hope bloom inside my chest, like a flower opening and tasting sunshine for the first time.

The sea always gives back what it takes, I would tell myself.

But the sea never gave back my mother.


  1. The best of luck in your senior year. Education doesn't end there, it is just the beginning. I am happy to see you writing at such a young age, you will have a lot of time to do good for the world.

    Dr Robert E McGinnis
    author for many years

  2. Brigid




    This is my new favorite. Along with Spill and Unraveling and Rage. And WS. *nods importantly*

  3. Wonderful as always, Brigid! I'll have to get around to posting teasers sometime. I'm thinking Monday. 'Monday . . . Monkeys?' lol! I got nothin'

  4. Amy - Thanks. ;) Although idk when I'll update it. I need to do a bit more outlining first, I think. And I have like five thousand other things to write and edit. O_o haha.

    Alex - Thank you! Cool, can't wait to read your teasers! Haha :D Hmmm … Monday … Mites? Morsels?



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