Hurricane

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100 Words Exactly. The one that started it all. I entered it in a local contest and got seventh so not too shabby in my opinion.

Hurricane:

The salty breeze stung my freckled cheeks as the brisk water flapped over my feet. Unwanted was the word ringing through my ears. I looked at the turbulent waves, fuelling the hurricane inside me. I forced myself into the dangerous waters, letting them trap me in their watery grave. Tighter and tighter my lungs were getting. I gasped for one last breath as the darkness surrounded me.

I forced open my eyes, seeing only the sandy ocean floor. In a panic, I tried to kick to the surface but there was a slimy green tail where my legs once were.

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