No need for a title - June 2, 2011

im 16 and i have a good idea for a book but ive never really written anything more then a few paragraph short story, so i guess if you have feedback, tips, critics on what ive written so far thatd be cool if you could help me out

 There was nothing left of her but a body, cold and lifeless, laying on the beach.  Salt had built up on her lips.  Her skin had turned more pale then it was at birth, but only this time in death.  Her clothes had torn, shred apart by the rough sands.  Sand, the remains of the ancestors before her, broken down over thousands of years.  Her fate was to be the same.  To one day become the sand, to become the very ground she was laying in.  

  Her name was lost, lost with the last breath she took.  Her hair was dirty and tangled, long and black, falling like vines down the arch of her back.  It was a  perfect contrast against the bright, golden sand.  Her eyes were blue, somewhere between the color of the ocean and the sky.  She was beautiful, her teeth illuminated in her silent smile.  Her body frozen in time, waiting for the sun to come and wake her.  But for her the sun will never come.           

  The cycle of day and night continues as dawn is breaking.  The first rays of sunlight are creeping past the horizon.  The silence of the night interupted by the usual sound of the seaguls, cawking and laughing.  But something was different today.  The sound of the seaguls.  Their normal cheerful chatter was replaced by a rather dreary noise.  Almost like they were crying.  Instead of bringing songs of a new day, they were bringing songs of mourning.  As one by one the birds flew down to the girl's body, like a family bringing flowers to a daughter's grave.  The sun crept higher past the horizon and her resting place became overwhelmed by birds,  all trying to figure out this disturbance in their daily routine.  They stood around her body in curiousity, like strangers attending a funeral.  Each one's face plastered with the same emotionless stare.  There was no pity in their eyes, no sadness.  Just a bleakness that can only be described as animal.  

  The prior silence was interupted by the sound of sirens.  The groups of birds surrounding the body fleed with the sight of people running towards them.  Their tiny three-toed foot prints replaced by giant shoe prints.  The tranquility of morning was no more, as chaos erupted in the town.  Everyone's morning routine was interupted by a girl's lifeless body on the beach.  The word spread quickly as many people scattered the beach like the birds did before them.  Curious, scared.  Paramedics and ambulances had rushed the scene.  To see if the girl could be saved, but there was no saving a soul already departed.  She was dead.

  Police scurried the scene.  A couple uniforms made a perimeter of yellow tape around the body, with the word caution plastered over it.  A well dressed man got out of his car and approached the body.  He kneeled down searching the body for any noticable wounds.  He had no luck finding anything.  He turned her over in hope of discovering a bullet hole, a knife wound, anything.  At first glance, he could see nothing but the gentle curves of the girl.  He thought about how beautiful she must of been.  How nice of a smile she had.  But an eerie chill ran down his spine when he remembered she was dead, and he quickly threw that thought away.  His chest was pounding as he began to push back her hair.  There was nothing.  He pulled up her the back of her shirt.  Still nothing.  He searched every inch of the girl's delicate body.  There was nothing.   

"We're going to need to get an autopsy on her body, there's nothing here," the man said to one of his assistants.

"Okay sir, I'm on it," as his assistant rushed to his phone.

"Good," the man said standing over the girl's body, perplexed, wondering what had happened to her.  

thats it so far, im wondering if that even works as an opening to a book
 

-Henry B