• A deadly ocean can still be beautiful •
"Listen", she said. "Can you hear it?" She looked back at me with her hair stuck in her chapstick. She grabbed my hand and we raced once again, uphill. The ocean cried as it waved to us, telling us to escape. The sun was drowning in the filth. Mother Nature raced our way after demolishing everything in her path. Homes and cities have become destroyed. I had never imagined this happening in my lifespan here, along the coast where my family has been for generations. " I can hear it!" I yelled but I don't think she can hear me. "There's a person over here!" I tugged her hand back because it is all that I can grasp, and I repeat myself. We both redirect our route to downhill. We run faster this way. We get to the victim quickly, uncovering her from the rubbish that the city has left behind. "We can stay together by holding hands, okay?" "Okay!" We all three continue running back up, tracing our path along the hill.
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Our bodies are wet. Being covered from the sea and the polluted water has
damaged our clothing. Towers are knocked down and people are hurt. Doctors cannot help until the aftermath. Homes are obliterated and many people will be left homeless.
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A tsunami is a dangerous thing, so how will they fix it?
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Story plots and ideas
RandomDon't be fooled, this is not a book with a continuous plot and so on. This is me, ranting ideas in story format about what I wish I could write, but don't have time to. So please, feel free to take any of these ideas and turn it into your own stor...
