Junwhan Grade 10, Featured Image: Hair in Denim Kiara Grade 12
The warm sunlight shines on the calm cerulean water, slowly traveling through the sea like a sound of a gentle flute.
In the sky, the clouds stick to the back of the sun like a herd of sheep following their shepherd, covering the sky with pieces of cotton.
However, when the waves come the shepherds go back to their shelter and the sheep get into bigger herds.
There is a wave coming. An endless amount of it, coming like groups of wildebeests running away from predators.
I could see its deep blue hole. The eyes that will share my last moments, the mouth that would swallow me whole, the rampaging foot that will stomp me down, leaving nothing.
But soon, after the violent chaos, serenity came and it was back to normal like nothing ever happened.
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