Alternate storytelling--The Sea Awaits Me

Mett Art-maniac, my younger sister... "Needless to say, I prefer a thousand words. Nonetheless, I do enjoy a good story, and writing is a fun activity, especially with my sister. We also enjoy singing together, riding horse, and goofing off, but enough on that. Catch y'all later!"

So my sister and I decided to write an alternate story. She wrote a paragraph, then I wrote a paragraph, and so on and so forth. We titled our story, "The Sea Awaits Me." We've labeled who wrote which paragraph. This is a great party activity, though you might have to use sentences instead of paragraphs. Try it!

Storyfingers:
"The sea called. I could hear it in my heart when I was away, and I could hear its voice ans I ran down the beach towards my cove."

Art-maniac:
"I breathed in the lovely smell of salt water. The very ocean lay at my feet. Deep oranges and pinks embellished the sunset. "Oh...it's all so beautiful!" I thought, as I tore off my socks and shoes. "And so cold!"

Storyfingers:
"I rolled up my pants and winced as I waded over the sharp rocks. Silvery minnows nibbled at my legs, and I giggled. I sat down on a long rock and watched a starfish trapped in a tide pool. Slimy green algae swished around him. A grin spread over my face."

Art-maniac:
"As I sat there, I lost all track of time; everything around me lay so peacefully. The sun soon surrendered hits fight for the sky and the moon and the stars began to appear."

Storyfingers:
"A shiver brought me out of my reverie and I realized how late it was. Still, I was reluctant to leave the shore. This hidden seaside cove was my sanctuary, my refuge. Somehow, the sea always had a calming effect on me. So I sat and shivered on, alone in the silence of the gently lapping waters."

Art-maniac:
"Finally I reluctantly got up and grabbed my bible off the sand. I started toward the path. Finding the stone steps, I ran up them quickly. Long trailing vines covered the cliff into which the stairs had been carved. I had always loved the way the vines looked in the starlight."

Storyfingers:
"At the top I paused and looked down on my beautiful secret. I would return. I could never remain long, but always I would return to my place of solitude, where the sea awaited me."