She slipped into the water, careful to avoid the plastic debris littering the surface of the waves lapping against the boat. She dove deeper meandering her way through a maze of destruction, who would have thought something so small could cause such devastation. Passing many, their eyes screaming for her to help them, to set them free so they could glide off into the deep, darkness. Others had already glided into the darkness but not that of the ocean. This mess was created by man, how could we be so heartless? This body must live on, we have so much left to explore, discover and explain. This victim of your destruction is what some live for. She continues on deeper into the depths, past the weapons bringing slow death, past the haunted gazes and past the glazed eyes staring out of the shadows. Down here status doesn't matter because in the end, predator or prey, we all go the same way. Further into the darkness, swallowed whole by the outraged shadows. Down here it's worse, you can't see the trap until you are ensnared in it, begging to be let out. Feeling your life slowly drain from you, you sit, and wait. dead, but not yet dead, suspended between the two, until eventually the darkness swallowed her whole, stealing the life from her corpse. A dying thought of despair for the next unfortunate creature to stumble into the monsters mess. So tell us man, how did it feel to destroy something helpless against your chaos? How much satisfaction did it bring you to choose plastic over your planet?
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Planet Or Plastic? - Mans Mistake
ContoMy name is Leah Minnaar, I am 14 years of age and my dream is to study Marine Biology. I have taken part in this writing contest because this movement means so much to me, my entry is very deep and can be seen from a divers perspective or a sea crea...
