We-Write #2: By the Sea + Last Week's Winner Announced!
@Zeldacroft here! We-Writes are easy, fun opportunities to write and win PRIZES. You can expect a WE-Write prompt every Monday, where we'll also announce last week's winner. Speaking of which...
Last Week's Winner
Many thanks to all writers last week, 
Congratulations
The Prize: 5 SBI Sponsored by 
@ntowl
100% Upvotes from the FreeWrite House for All Entries
What is a We-Write?
If this is your first time coming across a WE-Write post, have no fear! It's all quite simple.
Every Monday we'll give you the beginning of a story. Use that beginning and keep writing. Most people do the 5-minute freewrite method, but a little longer is okay, too.
Then, publish it as a post with a link to this post AND drop a link to your post in the comments below this one. To be eligible to win you must comment on this post with a link to your entry.
Or, you may publish your story as a comment to this post.
How Do You Win?
Each week the winner will be chosen randomly from the entries. The deadline for entering is Sunday night at 7:00pm EST, aka the same timezone as Boston, USA.
The announcement will be made the following day in the post for the next week's prompt! If you're the winner,
This Week's Prompt
“They say a ship’s run aground over near Harper’s Cove,” said an old man in overalls, hanging up the corded phone. There was a sense of permanence about the Coast Rescue shack, between the scratched furniture and fading paint it looked as though it had sat there near the sea for ages. The midday salty air wisped through the open windows, gently rustling the loose papers on the man’s desk. “John says it’s a real doozy.”
“That's too bad, I was hoping to spend some time in town today,” Becky rolled her eyes, but smiled as she threw on her reflective red jacket. “Do you think we’ll need help from the mainland?”
“Nah, I don’t think so. Probably nothing you can’t handle,” he smiled back, with equal measures of pride and sadness. His own safety jacket was slowly collecting dust on the back of his chair.
“Thanks, Dad,” Becky said as she grabbed the keys off the wall. Stepping past the creaky screen door and off the porch, she could feel the August sun burning down. It was almost the off-season, when things would quiet down. The rolling crashes of the cobalt waves grew louder as she descended the wooden steps down to the rocky beach. It’d be a great day to go swimming, she thought, but duty calls. The tugboat by the dock rose and fell, and with the ease of expertise she climbed on and started the engine.
So what happens next is up to you! I'm really looking forward to reading your continuations. If you choose to make your own posts, please use some type of delineation between the prompt and your writing, whether that's dashes or just stating "Here's my bit:".
As always, any resteems and upvotes will be eternally appreciated (but aren't necessary for the contest or anything). Let's spread the word and get writing!
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