Ocean Descriptive Writing

The darkness surrounded her; its pressure was oppressive like the depths of the deep sea. It engulfed her with the forfeiture of life; however it did not rip her soul from her body, instead it took theirs. She had lost people before, but never had their death been so profound as to diminish her own sense of self. Never before had the loss of someone been so close to her as to cause the quantity of grief she now felt. She couldn’t fathom how divers survived at the pressure of those oppressive depths or how some could even find beauty in the pitch black; there was nothing beautiful in their deaths. She didn’t know that the diver survives by slowly acclimating to the physical and mental strain; knowing that resurfacing

Once in a blue moon, a refreshing breeze blew by everyone and gently shook the nearby palm trees. Amanda had on an azure swimsuit. She hastily peeked back at her rose flip flops to ensure that her impish, youthful brother hadn’t stolen them. Thank goodness, they’re still there. Amanda peered into the crystal clear salt water and saw her immature brother gliding through the water.

Waves crashed into the small hull, her tiny voice being drowned out by the sound of it. Between the lighting flashes, she sees the two adults race along the boat, securing belongings that had come loose. Her brother sits near her, frightened and crying, yet somehow comforting as her tiny hands cling to his fur. The rain whipped around them, blown about by fierce winds, and she covered her head to protect against the stinging droplets. Another crack echoed in her ears, but this one was not accompanied by thunder. Water rushed over her feet as the hull bent into strange new shapes around her. Another crash of lightning revealed nothing but the now illuminated night sky, roiling with the dark clouds of the storm. Then the cold overwhelmed her, the current dragging her away from her sibling and under the water. Spinning recklessly, she flailed in the depths until the darkness set in, mercifully quieting

She saw in her dream what was about to happen, looming around her in her unconsciousness, creeping into her when she was asleep, a shadowy premonition of what was coming to shatter her.

he tried to grab her hand, just as he almost had hold of her, the ocean spews her out only to swallow her back to its depths.

Her heart was pounding, her head was racing. She looked around; where was she? Then she remembered the super bright light and the darkness, and she tried to remember if she knew where she was.

We waited as the waves crashed back and forth on the rocks. As one wave drew back we boldly rushed forward. The lukewarm water slid over our skin and resisted the movement of our legs. Clambering on to the rocks just as the next waves came, we continued on, exploring the dips and cracks of the slippery cliffs. Lost in a world of our own, and confident in our agility as we climbed, it was awhile before we heard the calling of my mother. Was she telling us to turn back? It was hard to tell over the noise of the waves and the distance between us. We were so close we thought. But looking around we realized the tide was rising. The spray of the sea was making the rocks look slick and black despite their rough edges. The way back had just become a lot more dangerous. On top of that, we had to climb up a steep part of rocks to avoid going near the water and getting mercilessly smashed by waves. Looking up at the short jagged cliff, I was not super worried because I have been climbing a manner of things since as long as I remembered. But once on the face of the rock, I realized it was going to be harder than I expected. I hung on, my arms trembling from the weight of my body. I could hear the pounding of the waves

The water dragged and strapped her down from all possible sides. The more she struggled the more disorientated she became. Left, right, up, down she couldn’t make any sense of it all. She pushed with her arms and legs but she couldn’t find any leverage, for all she knew she was forcing herself further down. Her lungs craved for more air and even though she knew she wouldn’t receive enough, her body still took a final breath. Cold water filled her lungs, burning her throat as if hundreds of needles had pierced into it. Her muscles relaxed and she was oddly calm for a moment - then everything slowly faded too black.

Trying to stay calm, she hopped over to the brook and got a drink. Quickly, she drank and drank. And, the cold water felt wonderful on her

On the rubber dingy fear coursed thought my blood. I held tightly onto Yara as we were pushed and pulled as more and more people tried to fit onto the boat. I could see Mama and Papa amongst the crowd gathered on the shore. The silent tears streaked down my eyes. This was the last time I may see them. Through the black night they were faintly illuminated by the flickering light, amid a crowd of strangers anxious to escape. The small engine roared to life and the small dingy lurched forward, escaping into the endless darkness that lay ahead.

Audra was already well away from Maxen. She held up her skirts and stepped out further into the sea, enjoying the caress of the crisp, clean salt water, which now reached just above her

It has been said that technology has already taken over, just not in the way we expected it to. Instead of mind-controlling microwaves and appliances that turn into robots, we are slaves to our computers. This led me to think about a calm, clear night this year where this was most apparent.

I waited for her to come back up as I expected, but she didn’t. I kept waiting and waiting, and I started to worry. I stood up to get a better view of the crystal water. The bright glare of the sun was getting in the way of my view. A few moments later she came back up. Even though I could not see very well I knew she came back up because of her reflection on the clear water of the pale white skin and the beaming orange hair.

Mako is in the canoe with Afa and they were heading toward the village. The water was as clear as the sky. As Mako sees a spark in the water, it was Tupa- The great shark. When Mako saw the spark he knew it was Tupa. “Look it’s Tupa” Mako said too Afa. The fire started burning, it was - Tupa but when Mako saw Tupa, he saw a girl. Tupa was holding the girl. Mako sees air bubbles rise to the top of the surface “Who is that?” said Mako. Mako saw her losing her breath wanting to save her. Mako thought he saw that face before,he couldn’t see well. Then it came to him, it was Lola a girl from his village. Lola could hear Mako, she tried to tell him it was her but she couldn’t. Lola shouted “help help” but Make couldn’t hear. well. Mako wasn’t

"Samuel," the dragon spoke in a deep, booming voice, "by touching the arcane tablet, you have summoned me from the realm of spirits. I have awoken in order to grant you three wishes. Only when your wishes have been granted, may I return to my slumber."