Sunday, November 26, 2017
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lass and blood shrouded my legs. My eyes opened. I hung upside down over the balcony. The house creaked and moaned as it leaned into the sunken city. A wooden wardrobe had fallen on me and dragged me out the balcony's glass doors to clip me against the four-story wall which crumbled like brittle powder. I thought the sky was red before I realized I was looking up at the bloody water. The torrents moved with white foam that resembled storm clouds. But the bodies—they drifted through the red ocean sky like dissolving cotton dolls.
Jack, I thought. "Jack," I said. "JACK!" I screamed. I choked and a burst of venom spewed from my throat. Last night's alcohol splashed like a waterfall from my teeth. The yellow fluid dropped forty-feet. The currents muffled the splash.
The house teetered as it split the jet streams of floating debris.
Zero voices.
The splintered wardrobe stuck my ribs to the floor. To move stabbed me like an electric shock.
Where was Jack? Where were Brett and Travis? Craig and George? I heard nothing but the voice of the rushing sea and the ominous groans of the house's structure. All else seemed so quiet.
The pain in my ribs numbed me. The ocean started to sound like a river. Like water from a sink. It was like God running a bath for me.
I thought I heard something. Somebody's voice? Anything? But no. Not a peep. Just the blur in my ears, the silence underneath the water. I wanted to scream, but somehow I didn't. I looked. All around. The blood rushed to my head. My long hair surrounded my field of view like an umbrella curtain. I shifted my cut-up hands and drew my hair away by my fingers. I wish I hadn't.
Cars floated over the road. A white cross from the steeple of my mother's church drifted until it sank under the black and red waves. It crossed between dismembered metal fences and loudly snapped in half.
A minivan floated over it. Upside down, its windows filled with water. The silent faces of a mother and her two toddlers screamed. They banged on the windows until they flailed. Suffocation froze them in death.
I twisted my neck all around.
Civilization eroded, washed in by the saliva of the world.
I screamed.
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SWIM Book 1 (Complete three-hundred pages)
Novela Juvenil***EDITOR'S CHOICE AWARD*** What would you do if you only had three months to live? When a tsunami traps a girl, her boyfriend, and four other boys in a bay house, starvation, sexual competition, and territorial war tear them apart. Entangled in a h...
