Short Stories and Poems About Everything and Anything.

Short Story 1: Stormy Seas

A/N Hi! So, okay, this story was written in 40 minutes for a practise for a test in school, so the plot's kinda weak, as is the grammer, and the descriptions. Also, I don't write short stories all that often, I find it hard and prefer writing novels! :) So enjoy, Vote, comment, etc etc

-Crazeebookgirl

Thunder growls like a hungry lion who hasn't (A/N, when this was first written, I accidentally wrote like a hungry lion who wasn't eaten in weeks! Haha!) eaten in weeks, the lightning illuminates the dark sky like a candle in a powercut. The salty water from the sea has risen above it's rocky barrier, and is now flooding my backyard, leaving me ankle deep in icy cold liquid. The wind whips my dark, black hair about, and brings tears into my large, green eyes.

I push through the wind, I have to reach the ocean! A tropical looking palm tree is waving about, as if saying "hi!" to the rising ocean. One more step, and I've reached the tree. I wrap my pale hands around the trunk, and look out into the crashing waves. A wave of panic washes over me until I see a little blonde head bob to the surface.

I take a few more large steps through the whistling wind and duck onto the soggy grass suddenly, as I see a white garden chair fly towards my head. I look at my new jeans, now covered with mud, and sigh. I crawl like a cat to the large spikey rocks, and wrap my arms, covered in goosebumps, and scratches that barely register, around a hard stone. I take one deep breath, and dive into the ocean.

Under the thrashing waves, it's calm. Turquoise water, as far as the eye can see, but I know I can't stay under. I head back to the surface and try to breath in some air, but sea water fills my open mouth. I cough, and choke, before finally getting some air, and head back under. I swim as fast as my boney limbs let me, getting some air every few strokes.

My eyes are aching from the salt, but I force myself to see.

"Help!" a young voice screams, and you can tell that she's been crying. I see blonde curls and dash over to the young girl. I wrap my arms around her.

"You okay?" I splutter, and panic when she doesn't respond. I look at her and notice that she's passed out. I swim to a cave , though it's even more difficult with the extra weight on my back. I lay her down on the cave's floor, and look at my younger sister. Her blonde hair's tangled, and knotted with seaweed. Her large blue eyes are bloodshot from the ocean, and I imagine my green ones are the same.

I check for any injuries, and breathe a sigh at the relief at the few cuts on her arms. I hug her to me and cry, though I am not one known to bawl my eyes out. A light appears through the slanting rain. A boat. I head to the mouth of the cave and and scream hoarsely, waving my arms about madly. My father's boat drives through the storm, until it reaches my sister and I. The boat is small, a one seater, so father will struggle to fit even one of us in there with him.

"It's okay," I assure him, "come back for me later." He nods, and drives away, worry evident in his eyes. It'll take 45 minutes for him to get there, and another three quaters of an hour for him to come back. I force myself to walk, and finally recognise how achey my muscles are. I find the back wall of the dark cave, and push my hands into it, to make sure it's safe, and lie down to rest.

I don't realise that I've fallen asleep, until the cave starts flooding. Water fills the rocky cavern and I scream, as I go under. I try swimming to the entrance, but it's too far. Tears run down my cheeks, and I try screaming again, bubbles coming out of my mouth, which, in a different circumstance, I would have laughed at it. But now I'm drowning, and it's no laughing matter.

***Time Lapse***

"She's awake, she's awake!" my sister yells, and I open my heavy eyelids. Sunlight streams through the open window, stinging my aching eyes.

"You okay?" I croak, and my 8 year old sister nods.

"Are you?" she asks, and I nod.

I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.

Dedicated to Willowcatwhispers for pointing out mistake mentioned in paragraph 1! Also for being an awesome friend, and for supporting Crescent Cove.