Post by weasel on Mar 4, 2007 12:28:32 GMT -5
The sea churned and frothed as it banged up agenst the gagged rock out cropping on the shore. It whipped, it pulled, it pushed and it shoved the rock as it had done for a 1000 years. And all throughout those years it seemed perfectly normal that small creatures, crabs, and even mice may find them selves trapped in the gagged edges of the out cropping, but not to day.
The weasel coughed blood as he held desperately to the rock edifice, his eyes squinting from the pain contact with salt water can have. He clung there as the water smashed his body agenst the rock face, causing it to cut and slash at him.
The weasel coughed blood as he held desperately to the rock edifice, his eyes squinting from the pain contact with salt water can have. He clung there as the water smashed his body agenst the rock face, causing it to cut and slash at him.