Screams rang out as the car flipped, tumbling over and over toward the cliff. Rocks scraped against the windows, or what was left of them. A man, his blond hair sticky with blood, hammered at the seat belt that had locked him in, making it impossible for him to move or try to stop the car. They rolled to the edge, teetering on the precipice, and then plunged downward, the sea rising up to meet them. Water flooded in through the broken windows, and the man and his wife prayed with all their might to be saved. It was to late for them, but as they slipped into the void, the saw something grab their 3 month old daughter, carrying her out of the wreck.
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Sea Love (on hold)
General FictionWaves crashing and lapping, pushing and pulling. Every once in a while, a moment of calm. Scientists believe the motions of the water are from "the rotations of the Earth" or "pulls from the moon". But I know that these are all excuses, ways to hide...
