Beginning (in the works) to Frozen Teardrops
Keep in mind that this is just what I'm working with. I'm not that great a writer, so I'm sorry if this lets you down. Enjoy!
As tears ran down his cheeks, Chris stared out at the horizon. The sun was rising; casting orange flames and glistening pinks that danced across the dark waves of the Gulf.
He sat atop a twelve-foot drop above several stones and life-threatening waves. It was at this point that his tears went from sadness to desperation. It was then that his thoughts went from death to dying. He slowly stood, took a deep breath and leaped to his fate.
The rain clouds from the west moved away from the small town of Ocean Grove when his body slapped the tops of the waves. The winds grew stronger when the tip of the rock below the water ripped open his stomach.
His eyes shot open when he felt the rock tear at him, and he let out a muffled cry. His hands reached for his stomach, struggling to hold in his intestines. He breathed in water and began to panic. His heartbeat echoed through his ears. At first it quickened, and then it began to slow. Five minutes later, Chris Douglas Mathews was dead and food for the fish nearby.