text: * Hello good people! I am new to this sub and I have been away from writing for a long, long time. This short story was inspired by a picture someone posted of the Cliffs of Moher. I had originally posted it in a comment thread a few months ago. I deleted it because people were downvoting it to hell, without critiquing it. I would love feedback on this since, I personally like it. I admit, it is pure shite in this form, but please critique it. My friend wants to make it into a short comic. And please be completely honest about it. Thanks! Hope it's not the worst thing you have ever read! The sun was hidden behind a curtain of grey menacing clouds. Mist, entangled in the air, danced with the wind. Every gust of air that shot up from below made the air wetter. I flinched every time I could see the water spray from the ledge. &#x200B; My hair was damp and matted to my face from the soaked, dreary hike to the sides of the cliff. It had rained the whole way from the path. My feet were aching so much in the black leather boots I was wearing. Intense pain shot up my legs when we stopped: dull, aching pains. &#x200B; I had taken my sister's boots. Stupid me. She was a whole size below me. We always fought about borrowing one another's things. But she wouldn't need them anymore since she had passed the previous spring from a cough. The doctor said it had taken over her lungs. Fever killed her. &#x200B; Now, as I stood there, freezing, facing the edges of the earth, all I could do was pray. I had never prayed before. I thought I was silly. Praying was for people who were scared. Praying was for people who couldn't cope. For people who so desperately needed to believe in something. Maybe I was desperate. &#x200B; I clasped my hands in front of me, looking out over the water. Out beyond, at the edge of the world. And I prayed. I closed my eyes and I saw my sister there. I saw her smile again and it made me so warm. &#x200B; As I was reaching for her, I felt a bony hand on my shoulder. It felt like a knife pierced my arm. Swiftly, he spun me around to face him. With both hands on my shoulders, he glared at me. His breath was warm but putrid. He was praying too. He wasn't praying because of fear; he was praying out of hate and disdain for me. His eyes were black holes and his mouth spewed anger. &#x200B; He led me to the wooden staircase there, near the ledge. I walked up two steps and walked to the middle of the platform. Every step sent pain up my legs. Every step was a hollow echo. &#x200B; I prayed to my sister. I apologized for stealing her boots. She loved these boots and I ruined them. I tightly clasped my hands together hoping some magical angel would come out from the sky. At the church, people clasped their hands together so I thought I should too. &#x200B; The praying for me continued. This time the whole congregation that followed me to the ledge were praying for me. Never in my life had so many people looked at me. Never in my life had so many people talked to me. Well, I guess it wasn't in the best sense, but at least now they knew I existed. &#x200B; The preacher man who led us here, stood next to me. Yelling at me. A small piece of drool hung from his upper lip as he screamed. I thought the force of his screams would send it flying into my face. Amazingly, it held on there like some kind of glue. I couldn't understand any words he spoke. His words all bled together. &#x200B; After a while of the screaming and yelling, I turned toward the water. I liked the edge of the world. It made me feel not so important. It reminded me that I am so small. Being at the edge, it was like staring at the beginning and the end. They so seamlessly bled together. I smiled. I felt warm again. &#x200B; I closed my eyes and I saw my sister's face. She was laughing. She was so happy. Her curls bounced as she ran around me in circles. Flowers were braided into crowns on our heads. We were so happy. I was so happy at that moment. I broke apart my tightly clasped fingers and reached to grab her soft, delicate hands. &#x200B; I was laughing so hard now. After so long, her beautiful hands embraced mine again. So joyous, I let out a raucous laughter. I threw my head back and laughed. I felt the crown slip but I didn't care. We could braid another; we were together again. &#x200B; Then as the ground slipped out below me, everything turned blurry and red. I opened my eyes and I was spinning. All the angry, praying faces stared at me. Their mouths were moving but I couldn't hear a word. As I spun in the air, my legs kicking, my weight forced me back. I turned one last time toward the water. It was there that I could see the end of the world.