Creative writing — Sanaa Anjam
The boat began to roll from side to side and the temperature dipped all of a sudden. Dark clouds guarded the moon. They swirled brutally in the night sky, as black as november. The moon casted down shivers of light with a ghostly glow. Underneath the moon, the rain moved towards me like a ghost of sorrow. A puff of wind sighed, rippling the surface of the corpse calm sea.
The night is lit by a sudden bolt of lightning followed by a quick heart-wrenching roar of thunder. The lightning lights up the sky as if it's suddenly become day and then is quickly swallowed up till its complete darkness. The thunder rumbles and bellows overhead like a hungry stomach that seems to echo on forever without ever coming to an end. I tried to calm everyone from the frightening sound that had always haunted me and made me quiver.
The waves crash the nearby shore like two armies crashing one another and yelling their terrible bloody battle cries. A terrifying yet gloriously majestic scene. I wish I could escape to somewhere warm and safe but the obvious truth is that I'm stuck on the boat drenched and holding on for life. I feel weak.
My eyesight grows dim and everything is slowly becoming cloudy. I am tired now, but just before I close my eyes I realise. I’m surrounded by the cold water of the sea and i’m no longer on my boat. I must have let go of the rope and been pulled over. But it does not matter now I have lost the battle of life. I no longer have to struggle through the day, now I can finally have my rest.
