Maelstrom
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Laura Parker, Grade 6
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Short Story
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2018
Bam! Boom! Bang! Thunder roared like a livid lion and lightning shattered the obsidian sky into a thousand of framents. Heavy drops of rain plummetted towards the raging seas below. Menacing clouds concealed the luminous moon, as she cackled maliciously.
Clinging onto the slippery rail, I gasped desperately for air as the enraged sea sprayed me with her salty spit. Stumbling onto the cedarwood deck, I finally managed to reach for the radio. No signal.
A suddem jolt battered the boat. The sea swelled, foaming and frothing pounding against the side of the ship sounding like African djun djun drums. Struggling to keep stable, I stumbled around the tilting deck and began to experience vertigo.
I coughed out flecks of bile in the midst of the turmoil, my stomach heaving as I collapsed to the ground. My eyes rolled back and a kaleidscope of wondrous hues spread across my vision.
As I felt myself fading into the charcoal sea, I could just hear a voice pleading for me to awaken.
“Cleo! Get out the bathtub NOW!” ordered Mum.
“But...but Mum,” I replied , my voice laden with disappointment. “I am still playing with my boats!”
“Now Cleo! You’ll be late for school!”
“Yes, Mum,” sighing.
Reluctantly, I clambered out of the ivory bathtub, dressed and headed for breakfast.