Wrote this one in year 7 (age 11) - I don't want to change anything though.
It was a peaceful, starry night, and all seemed bright.
Paul laid on the pale, glistening sand, exhausted. He watched the reflection of the moon dance across the water's surface.
"Aren't you going in?" asked Cecelia racing towards the shore excitedly.
"I'll pass." Paul informed.
She turned to give a disappointed look and continued.
When she arrived at the shore, she dipped her toes in the water and squealed as she jumped back. And with a smile of delight, she dared to jump in.
Deeper and deeper Cecelia went into the mysterious, chilly water, which was so calm, so quiet. She sliced through the gentle waves and her smile grew, wider and wider, until she smiled from ear to ear. She went up to the surface and took a deep breath and dived down. She couldn't really see what was in the water. Little did she know, a shark was in her presence.
She kicked and kicked until she was out of breath. And repeated the pattern again.
She swam further away from shore until she almost lost sight of it. 'Maybe I should go back,' she thought. She wouldn't be able to see the line that separates the sea and sky if not for the great golf ball in the sky, which was assisted by the stars.
Suddenly, something yanked at her leg. Her smile disappeared in an instant. Her heart pounded harder than ever before. So hard she could feel it trying to escape. Thump, thump. She went a bit dizzy analysing what could have just occurred. She swam. She swam as fast as she could. "Help!" she cried. Not daring to look back. 'Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming.' she chanted, attempting to reassure herself. Something brushed lightly against her. She almost fainted. "Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming." Cecelia muttered to herself. While desperately hoping it wasn't what she thought it was.
She felt something pulling her back, almost like a weight had been added on her. Her blood coloured the water. She reluctantly reached down and gave an utter cry of terror. Cecelia was pulled down. Deeper and deeper. Until she could see the surface no more.
It was a peaceful, starry night, and all seemed bright.
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Mystery / ThrillerJust keep swimming: Inspired by opening scene in the movie 'Jaws' (1795). I haven't actually watched the movie - only the opening scene. Written while I was in year 7 (yes, I'm British) when I was 11 years old; so of course no gory stuff. Surveillan...
