Seashell: A Short Story

Moreover, the cold air was weaving through my wide open mouth traveling down my throat, through my nerves causing my whole body to quiver. Looking out in front, a sea of arms held straight up to the sky swaying uncontrollably. The rigid metal seat pushed up against my back as I try to move forward, but abruptly the wind swiftly thrusts me back banging my head on the seat as my mind vibrates in circles. Clenching my hands as we slowly

I opened my eyes at the bottom of the deep end and saw water swirling around me. “How in the world will I ever reach the top?” I thought. I repeated Emily’s words in my head, “You can do this, Clover, You can do this Clover, You can do this, Clover!” I did what years of swim teaching at Daland had taught me. I pushed the bottom of my feet against the bottom of the water.

Her crimson hair unfurled, blossoming like a brilliant swirling halo beneath the ripples of the pool. The bathhouse felt cavernous. There was nothing else but the two of them and the water.

The sea was like a rippling blanket of jewelled blue. I gazed out around me, taking in the panorama of breathtaking views, from the silk-like sky to the horizon, a line of nickel silver. I watched the water lap gently at the edge of the yacht, hypnotising me. I pulled on my flippers, adjusted my snorkel and fell backwards into the the depths of the tropical sea.

The air felt ten degrees colder than it should as she shivered under the covers. Was the black entity back? She prayed not. Paralyzing terror had her lying motionless with her eyes closed as she strained to hear the slightest noise.

surge of exhilaration entered my body. Following that, I returned back to my bottom, landing as

“No,” a high pitched shriek echoed towards me. “Please, just give it back.” A lower, more mean voice taunted back,

My watched ticked 6: 30 PM as I waited outdoor the eating place for my night meal to reach. It became a specially chilly summer season night in Silicon Valley, yet it had a heat feeling to it. The vivid lights of the restaurant illuminated the busy streets because the sun set down over the west. It took me a while to observe the cellphone booth subsequent to me became ringing for a while now and the temptation to reply it grew with each ring. I couldn't preserve it any further, I needed to solution that cellphone. I snuck in in picked it up, and that is whilst my night time would change for all time.

I had the terrifying sensation of knowing that all the bones inside my body were dissolving, as a hard, fingernail—like crust covered me all over.

I looked up, but everything looked too amorphous to make out. Disorderly colors and shapes. I felt nauseous, ready to vomit, but I apperceived a blurry mass that looked like Gemma. She was running around the room. But what was she doing? She was holding what I guessed was a lunch bag. Red cloaks flew towards her, to which she responded by tossing something from one hand and something else from the other. I couldn’t make out what it was, my vision increasingly hazy, but it seemed to be working. The red cloaks were dropping, collapsing to the floor. I couldn’t comprehend. My brain felt numb. And all I could hear were shrieks and howling echoing in my ears.

I was at the point of suffocation. The massive rubber soles overpowered my own feet, the heavily insulated vest pressed my sides together, and I could have sworn it clenched me tighter and tighter by the second. The mask compressed against my face, concealing my eyes and nose from the air I desperately longed for. It forced me to breathe out of a compact tube, exposing the claustrophobia I did not know I had. But before I even had time to think, I went plunging under.

I felt like a fish that had been swimming, carefree, in the ocean, when suddenly, I was yanked out into the open air, where I couldn’t adjust, couldn’t breathe. After a blinding, confusing moment, however, everything shifted into focus, along with all the memories I thought I’d lost.

Drifting down, you look towards the surface of the water, lungs burning as you imagine sucking the cool sea air into your suffocating lungs.

That ten minutes of missed sleep became her reality. That dream that made no sense became her nightly companion… and it showed. Visible on her features, carved into those creases and worn under her eyes like purple badges of horror. Testament to the way in which her life was slowly circling down that drain of her own psychosis.

Abruptly I awoke to what sounded like shattered glass out in the hallway. Nervously I arose from the bed, and quietly crept towards the door. With trembling hands, I began to open the creaky door, however, the door flew open and knocked me to the ground. I was petrified to see a black figure moving closer towards me. All of sudden, I started to hear tiny giggles from a girl who approached me with her hands holding a doll that was decrepit and stained from years of abuse. The girl was clothed in a dirty white dress, black boots plastered with mud, and she had black hair straggling around her face. She looked directly at me with a seriously scary expression. Her lips were pink with a twisted and tormented smile, while her face was pale, as white as a ghost, but splattered with grey freckles. “Play with me,” she said with an eerie voice that slightly