The Cool Sea

By Oli F. - Year 10

Glimmering serenely in the distance, the golden sun gleamed in the bright echoes of dusk. Pastel-but-fiery amber and a blooming pink littered the sky in a lavender and dazzling haze. As grand as the crown jewels, the shining horizon cast an incandescent glow on the dreamlike world. Powerful-butdelicate waves of tranquillity ricocheted off the colossal mountains like a kaleidoscope of shimmering memories. Crystal clear ripples of the luxurious ocean twinkled in the calming warmth, as the gentle boat gracefully flowed through the water.

Perched on the edge of the boat, he glared joyfully at the amber sun, smelling the fresh scent of the cool sea. His eyes, a glistening maroon, shone in the summer’s evening as the crisp breeze brushed his dirty-blonde hair. Silver bracelets climbed halfway up his arms, and a gold chain hung elegantly from his neck. Completely disconnected from consciousness, he softly ran his hands through the shimmering ocean as his polished eyes captured the flicker of a dress being carried by the chilled current.

Like the clearest magnifying glass had been inserted into his vision, his eyes swiftly followed the flickers of the dirty yet sparkling dress. The dress was a pool of diamond: it flowed through the water while its glimmers gleamed brightly amidst its surroundings. So glamorous it was – every glimpse of darkness around the dress was peacefully illuminated. It was a mystifying and glowing wonder.

As the sun burned a fiery golden, his maroon eyes lit up, darting back and forth, and in the infinitesimal pause, the heroic mountains transformed into a palette, and the sun was the gold pigment. Those golden splatters on the first canvas he’d created at three twinkled in his mind. A therapeutic beam of nostalgia and light was dappled exquisitely over his magical visions.

Suddenly, the glimmering gold dissolved eerily in the twilight of his mind, and his eyes returned to the last remaining glow of the sun.

Darkness ascended, daylight descended. The sun had set.

Waves of tranquillity merged into brutal waves of trauma and tension. The crystal clear ocean was a deep black blood pool of calamitous solitude. It was bitter and biting, dark and deceptive, silent and sinister. His shimmering memories were a kaleidoscope of insurmountable grief, the dress had despondently sunk and the golden splatters were weak ashes of turmoil. An aura of trepidation struck his panic-stricken body and the warmth disintegrated menacingly in the dying embers of happiness. As fragile as a feather, the gentle boat slowly sank in the shadows, and the serene scene faded into the crumbled night.