For all my life, I have always come to the Ocean to relax. When I was around 10, I started to gain a hobby of oil painting (I’d like to thank Bob Ross). Now I’m 23 and have a collection of paintings and sketches of the Ocean. It’s a relaxing Saturday and I have started to paint while at the top of a cliff that perfectly captured the chaos of foam and water. With each stroke of my brush I forgot more and more about my surroundings. Until, I was falling. I knew my fate and braced myself for death. But, it never came. Instead I feel as if I am being cradled by the arms of many. “OH NO, we cannot destroy something that has loved us so beautifully!” said a voice. As I opened my eyes I realized that it wasn’t a person but, the Ocean? I didn’t know how to comprehend what was happening. I just stared and started to cry. The Ocean started to calm me, and put me on the shore-line. But before it left it said one thing “Never forget this moment. Because I will always be her to save you.”
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Short stories
Short StoryRandom short stories I make because I don't want to do work. Most are from Writing Prompts, all of these I got off Pinterest.
