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I wrote this short story for school and decided to put it up here.

The Voyage



My parents and I are on a ship out on the ocean. My dad is a scientist so he rented a ship and dragged my mom and me along with him on a long voyage. We are traveling from our beautiful state of North Carolina and going to somewhere in South America so he can do some research. It was nice at first but now it’s boring, all there is water, water, and more water. Mom has been getting seasick frequently.

I’m about to go to sleep on the sunny deck because there is nothing else to do. Suddenly a giant wave crashes over the deck and I almost fall off the side. My dad helps me up and my mom and I descend quickly down below. The storm goes on for hours and it seems like it will never be over. My dad comes down and says that it is finally over but he has no idea where we are now.

I think to myself that this keeps getting better and better. We go back on the deck and look around; it looks exactly the same as before: water, water, and more water. Dad goes back to trying to find out where we are and I hear mom saying that she wishes that we had stayed home. While standing there staring at the endless water (because that is all there is to do) I see something in the distance. I call my parents over to see if they know what it is. When they get over here dad says it looks like an island. I’m jumping up and down joyfully saying “land, land, land.” I haven’t seen land in a week.

We are just about to reach the island. There are big cliffs beside us with the tips touching each other; they look as if they are making a doorway. I whisper to my mom that this is a weird looking place. A deafening sound echoes around us. Suddenly enormous tentacles rise out of the water. They grab the ship and wood starts splintering all around me. Mom is screaming but I am frozen in fear. I get thrown off the ship just as the “thing” swallows the ship and my parents.

I swim rapidly towards the shore and then sit down. I am crying so much that I can barely see. I hear a noise behind me so I turn around. There is a group of people standing there, and they tell me that the same thing happened to all of them. They told me that the name of the “thing” is Kraken. So I will stay and live with them, the survivors of the Kraken.

The End
I hope you liked it.