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#WritcoStoryPrompt16
#WritcoStoryPrompt16
"She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left... unless there was some safe place, where she could hide to survive. But the time had passed the water is entering her mouth with all its might, mighty waves are coming back to back just to kill her. The waves left everyone stumbled. The mighty force of nature... it has an energy that can't be controlled by the mankind. People were everywhere, on roads in their houses, parks, theaters, everywhere you could possibly imagine. The shocking faces are fortunately revealing. Squeals and mumbling could be heard everywhere. That fragile branch, she was holding to was not all her hope, she wanted to see her family for one last time before she closed her eyes forever. With her last hopes, she stood there the water had entered into her and she could hardly get some air. She closed her eyes, she wasn't having courage to see or even feel her own death. This shouldn't have happened to a little 8 year old girl. But fate has its own rules. And there BOOM! she got up, mom. And you know that girl is me. This is the back story of my wet bed"said 8 years old Sara innocently to her angry mother. Her mother laughed and wiped a soap bubble on to her nose. She was making the laundry.
© Sayee Dharshini
"She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left... unless there was some safe place, where she could hide to survive. But the time had passed the water is entering her mouth with all its might, mighty waves are coming back to back just to kill her. The waves left everyone stumbled. The mighty force of nature... it has an energy that can't be controlled by the mankind. People were everywhere, on roads in their houses, parks, theaters, everywhere you could possibly imagine. The shocking faces are fortunately revealing. Squeals and mumbling could be heard everywhere. That fragile branch, she was holding to was not all her hope, she wanted to see her family for one last time before she closed her eyes forever. With her last hopes, she stood there the water had entered into her and she could hardly get some air. She closed her eyes, she wasn't having courage to see or even feel her own death. This shouldn't have happened to a little 8 year old girl. But fate has its own rules. And there BOOM! she got up, mom. And you know that girl is me. This is the back story of my wet bed"said 8 years old Sara innocently to her angry mother. Her mother laughed and wiped a soap bubble on to her nose. She was making the laundry.
© Sayee Dharshini
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