Wednesday, December 3, 2017
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range lamplight illuminated the second-floor den. Shadows escaped the windows to sketch the waters.
After I jumped out the tsunami-stricken doors, my head submerged under the black water and the acidity burned my eyes.
I screamed and tasted the sour, bitter taste of acrid metal and rust.
I gasped with a splash out through the bitingly cold surface, and the smell was so putrid, that the odor stunk of dead fish, and lost souls drifting in the water. I batted my eyes only to catch the blur of dim orange light still behind me.
The sounds of chunks of broken infrastructure rising and falling with the rolling waves moaned like a ghoulish chorus. I scraped my legs and arms while I reached myself forward. With all the might of my fingers, I climbed onto a metal fence.
Travis's body was inches away, his back splayed over a torn fence. His head dangled in the water.
"Travis!" I screamed. "Travis—I'm here—everything will be okay!" But my words broke because I realized Travis was just a rag in the water.
I cried. His flesh rolled over the waves like a surfboard.
The fall killed him.
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SWIM Book 1 (Complete three-hundred pages)
Teen Fiction***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...
