A Wave Of Panic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
As you can sea, this is a story about a tsunami. It is a rewrite of the book, 'The Cunning Man', by Celia Rees.

Submitted: November 16, 2016

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The dream always started the same. After that, it would change after the first two seconds. It started like this: I was on a beach. There was always two seconds of that. Then the dream would change. This time it was a tsunami. Like last time, I guess. And the time before that. But this time, this time was different. It was a different tsunami. This one was a sharknami (coming soon to DVD). The wave was coming closer and closer, at the speed of a tsunami just about to hit a beach. That was a terrible comparison, but it’s hard to explain. It’s just hard to remember because it was a dream. Anyway, the tsunami was haunting up to the shore in a loud, un-sneaky kind of way, looming up in the dreaded distance. I’ve always hated the distance, it was always too far. I hate the ocean even more, ever since I almost drowned. But that’s not important, it’s only one of the main reasons half of this book happened.

 The mix of the ocean and the distance was terrible. But I felt kind of relieved when the wave came closer out of the distance. Until I realised my watery fate of  death and sharks. I panicked, trying to warn the other people about what was happening. They just kept on their business, playing with toys of the beach variety, building sandcastles, hassling their parents, parents yelling at their kids… It was really annoying how ignorant they were. The sun was blocked out by the towering wake of the cruel wave. It crashed down, and I woke up.

 I awoke quickly with the crashing realisation that I was going to die. A wave of panic went through my body. The feeling receded like a tide going out, and I calmed down. I was shore that I was going to die, but it was merely a dream. I seriously thought that I tide. I don’t sea the porpoise of this dream. I guess I… Okay, okay! I’ll stop! I’ll stop! I only ever got those dreams ever since dad left. That always made me know that something was going to go wrong. I heard a mysterious noise in the kitchen and got out of bed to see what it was.



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