Dive

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Diving into the ocean depths.

Submitted: May 30, 2017

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Sprinkles of sunlight sparkle and twinkle on the water’s surface. The white diamonds wink and chuckle. The waves drift up and down, left and right. They consume and embrace one another, without discrimination or purpose. The wind raises the tides like a puppet master, using its invisible magic to draw water up high then letting go. The water obeys and surrenders responsibility, glad to have the wind dictate its random scheme. Sometimes the light breeze glides on the water’s surface like a frolic of fairies. Sometimes the wind conjures up such a storm that the water darkens into a hateful blue wall a mile high, frothing at the tip like a rabid dog, rushing at 100 miles per hour to snap its great mouth down on whatever is sucked into its hungry jaws. Whirlpools will rush and the mass of water will twist and contort in on itself like paper being scrunched up in infinite combinations.

 

 

 

 

 

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Underneath the groping waves, things appear much more still. The chaos above is surface deep, and far enough down, the world is a vacuum of blue. The blue runs for eternity, and in its endless navy field, bounties roam and fly. Creatures utterly alien and oblivious to the world above exist without meaning. The organisms are long, they are slimed, and they look in all directions, dreading the day when something bigger and slimier will push its way out of the dark, biting and following the smaller fodder in any and all directions. Together the small fish and the big fish will dance. The deadly dance becomes more inelegant the longer the pursuit, and the rhythm they dart and bop to will be more out of sync with one another. The dance ends when contact is made or the distance between dancers becomes too great. If the small fish escapes, the big fish is enraged at the anti-climactic ending, whereas the small fish appreciates the nuance. The finale is more intense and satisfying when it ends in a disappearing act – the smaller fish disappears into the bigger one, and ribbons of red fire out from the big fish’s mouth like fireworks.

Sometimes, something from another dimension breaks through. The small fish lives its life close to the surface, never wondering what’s at the top. It dashes through the void, avoiding big fish and looking for smaller fish. Then one day a face unlike any other breaks through a ceiling the small fish never knew about. This ugly, feathered face prods its long yellow sword through the small fish’s body, and the fish is hooked upwards out of the water and into the sky, a zone where the fish cannot move freely, and is instead at the mercy of one direction – down. There are creatures that soar through this sky like the fish do the ocean, but the laws of physics do not apply to the fish up here, and the birds use this to their advantage. Never before did the fish realize that not only are there monsters in all directions, but that the top of its dimension can be ripped open at any second, and aliens will use their blonde blades to stab and drag the fish into an outer-dimension, where even movement is a trickery that can never be mastered.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The depths. The blue has dissolved, leaving only an acidic black. The environment is like a starless space, filled only with emptiness and anomalies. The world is still, save for a rare drifting specimen that fights against the dark. The creatures down here are luminescent raving lights that beep and glow like funfair cartoons. Light is a resource down here, and it is used to both attract and destroy. Monstrous, foul fish with cruel teeth gobble up those who home in on its radiant light. And light is used by some fish to call to others, so they may combine with one another like a lazer show, for the purpose of multiplying the light through their children. The Light is sustenance, the light is evil beauty, the light is opportunity for these monsters in the dark.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The bottom. An ocean of sand and rock where almost nothing lives. It is a boneyard, peppered with heavy, decayed carcasses. Things that creep and squirm feast on the dead flesh amongst other things that creep and squirm. The skeletons of metal machines lie on the rocks, gaping wounds open and raw. Submarines and ships lie on their sides like bloated grubs, their passengers and operators long dead. They are museum pieces now, sometimes investigated by curious monsters, but never disturbed, never moved. They wait for the water to eat them into oblivion, slowly and eternally rotting.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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