Short Story – Message In A Bottle

I remember when I was a child and my mum would begin a story and ask me to finish it.  It was a great way to get me to use my imagination and add my own twist to the tale. I used to do the same with my friends and it was wonderful to hear so many different endings.  Sleep-overs were always fun!

Telling a story and then getting someone else to finish it is a great exercise to help you to stretch your imagination. With this in mind I thought I’d start you off with one of mine!

Read through the following story and have fun adding your own ending. I’d love to read your work so please submit it to me at contactmelaniejane@gmail.com. The best one will be featured on this blog and the winner will receive a free complimentary mantra poem in a custom designed frame. Please note that the story should be no longer than three thousand words.

Equipment needed

  •  A pen and paper or a laptop

Message in a bottle

There is something wonderfully relaxing about the sounds of the ocean, thought Saffrey, as she rested her head against her beach bag. She could feel the warm Mediterranean waters tickling her golden coloured toes as the tide crept slowly in.

She’d been lay there all day, soaking up the sun’s rays and trying to switch off from work. Work was her life and passion so it wasn’t easy to take her mind off something that she loved. A smile crept onto her lips as she thought back to the mornings events. Business was good! In fact business was fantastic, mentally congratulating herself on clinching another deal. Not just any deal but an opportunity of a life time. The thought of her artwork being showcased in a Sheikh’s palace gave her an instant adrenaline rush.  If only she could feel the same way about her love life or her lack of one she thought, pulling a face!

Her heavy lids slowly opened and she stifled a yawn.  She could have stayed there all night, she thought, stretching her arms above her head.   The sound of a barking dog, that was coming from the direction of her villa, alerted her to the fact that doodles needed feeding. She knew that her three month old husky would be sat by the front door anticipating her return.

“Okay baby, I’m coming.” She shouted.

Picking herself up she took one last look at the stunning sunset of orange and pink hues. With a smile on her lips she trudged up the beach to the weather worn steps that led to her property. She was just about to open the wooden gate that led onto her front lawn when she realized that she’d left her bag.  Quickly retracing her steps she reached it before the sea claimed it as its own.

As her fingers touched the wet straps she felt a cold object nudge her bare toes and she glanced down. It was a bottle that had been corked and it appeared to have something inside of it.

On closer inspection she realized that it contained what appeared to be a crumpled note. Despite the fading light she could see that something had been scribbled onto it.  Intrigued she gripped the cork between her slender fingers and tugged but it didn’t budge an inch.

Probably just some kid having fun she thought, ready to cast it back into the ocean however curiosity got the better of her. She quickly slipped it into her bag and jogged up the beach before the water reached the steps……

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