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I am always looking up. One arm is raised in an arc above my head and the other rests in a half circle down by my hips. My face is fixed in an expression of grace and a hint of pride. Straight hair falls around my shoulders and tiny sea creatures are carved onto its surface. My hips flow into the shapeless form of an elegant evening dress, replacing what could have been my legs.

Colourful fish swim to and fro, startled by sudden movement and sound. They shimmer in the sun's light, casting tiny dancing patterns across the ocean. When they swim above my head all I can see are shadows. Dancing, twisting, turning shadows that play in this cool curtain of water.

Boats of all sorts float by, keeping the sun's rays from touching my skin. I see massive cargo ships that pass by in a cacophony of sound. I see sail boats that float by carried by a breeze. I see fishing trolleys with their hanging nets casting criss-cross shadows across the ocean floor. I see all this because I am always looking up. Always watching the surface even though I now belong here underwater.

Algae clings to my gray body, giving it colour and texture. Tiny creatures crawl across my face, nibbling on the plant as they go. It refuses to grow on the smoothness of my bare face and arms, instead hiding in the creases of my hair and dress. I like to think that I am an angel in this light, and only in this light. When the suns rays hit the water they come through as hazy blue-green shafts of light. When the light touches my skin it begins to dance in abstract patterns and for a brief moment I forget who I used to be.

I used to stand proud as a greeter next to the massive golden double doors of a grand ballroom. My sister stood on the other side. She was my mirror image as graceful and proud as I was. Times changed though but statues last a very long time if not forever. The hotel where the ballroom resided was to be torn down. My sister and I, along with many other fancy decorations and artefacts, were packed away on a massive cargo ship heading out to Europe.

We were to be sold to at an art auction down there. My sister and I were going to be advertised and sold as a pair so that we would never be parted. We were parted though. Two young men carried me all covered up in saran wrap off of the ship and across a metal walkway. One of them slipped, legs sprawling out beneath him. The other was unable to hold my weight alone and he dropped me over the walkway and into the ocean. I sank feet first until I hit the sandy ground, water enveloping me in a liquid curtain.

I live here now. If you could call a statue living. The saran wrap has long since floated away, carried off to a new life whatever it may be. Still, I remain here. Where fish dance to the gentle push and pull of the ocean currents. Where boats pass overhead casting shadows across the ground. Where shafts of light burst through the water's surface illuminating my world with a blue-green haze. And slowly, very slowly, the ocean is claiming my soul. No human would ever look at me now and call me beautiful, but the ocean thinks otherwise. I wonder if my sister still stands proud even without her mirror image.

Remember. If you think that you are not being watched then you are wrong. Creatures live below the shifting surface, watching the world around them. They feel instead of think, and dance instead of move. They never judge and that is okay with me, because I am just a statue at the bottom of the sea.

Remember. Remember that I am always looking up with one arm raised in an arc above my head and the other resting in a half circle down by my hips. With a face fixed in an expression of grace and a hint of pride. With straight hair falling around my shoulders with tiny sea creatures carved onto its surface. With hips that flow into the shapeless form of an elegant evening dress, replacing what could have been my legs.

Remember me.

Let me be lost but not forgotten.

Remember.
A statue at the bottom of the sea beyond our reach but not beyond our memories.

Um...I don't know what gave me this idea. The prompt was to write about a character living under the sea. So of course the obvious choice was an inanimate object. So of course I'm not nuts. XD

Oh well. It was interesting writing from a statue's perspective at least. =P

Edit: Holy shiz guys Daily Deviation? That was totally unexpected. XD
Thank you all I love you to bits. ^^
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Daily Deviation

Given 2008-12-04
Through the Blue-Green Haze by anotherfirename, as our club suggester notes only proves that 'writing from the perspective of an inanimate object is always a great idea, but difficult to pull off. Here, the author does it beautifully. The story is emotional, well paced, rich in images and just the right length to sustain reader interest.' ( Suggested by simplyprose and Featured by LadyLincoln )
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jonathoncomfortreed Featured By Owner May 24, 2011  Student Photographer
Hey, this has been featured as part of #theWrittenRevolution's spring update. :heart:
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anotherfirename Featured By Owner May 25, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. :)
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AngelineCMG Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2008
The details are simply aesthetic ... your choice of words simple, yet full of life. Not long ago, I used to think good writing would require flowery words.

My favourite part would have to be : 'They feel instead of think, and dance instead of move.' An artist vs a scientist? I dunno ...

I hope to write like you :)
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MoMoCookie Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2008
Beautiful story! And from an inanimate objects perspective as well, a hard feat to acheive!
And I like how the ending sort of echoes the beginning.
Well deserved DD! ^^
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Xovvo Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2008
Aside from a few punctuation errors, this is quite well done.
Good read.
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yamiyalo Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer
wow I am not much of a reader but I made it through this one you kept me hanging to the end nice job
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GwenavhyeurAnastasia Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2008
I'll admit that it kind of surprised me when I realized that the person beneath the sea was simply a statue. I'm not sure why it didn't dawn on me before.

You did a wonderful job, making everything seem realistic, like the actual thoughts of a statue. I could see each image in my mind's eye. Congrats on the DD.
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Lady-Puresweet Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2008
So many imaged words, stunning.

Congrats on the DD
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mindCollision Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
They feel instead of think, and dance instead of move.
Beautiful line, from a beautiful piece. Congrats :)
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Ladoncyan Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2008
This is amazing. ^^

You pretty much had me by the end of the second paragraph.
Wonderful idea. Very unique. I love the style.
It sort of makes you feel sorry for the statue, but happy for her in a way.

You made a few minor grammar mistakes. I wondered if some of them were on purpose for flow and new structure?
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