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The song. The oceans cold, salty water started to gently creep up around Scarlet's soft, pale face.  Her blood red lipstick began to wash away and her cloudy green eyes started to well up. She knew that this was it and that there was no point in trying to struggle and try to keep above the water- it was time to let go. Her deep auburn hair formed almost a halo shape around her head. Scarlet awoke her head spinning. She still felt sick from the rough seas and she had not eaten for several days as she could not keep it down due to sea sickness. Her expedition had been unsuccessful in the attempt to discover an apparent new species of whale an

Dream or foresight –Brittany McKnight Annabelle's eyes grew dark with despair; it was like staring into a bottomless pit. The expression on her face was vacant- like she wasn’t there at all. The cool winter’s breeze left a chill in the air. The sky began to turn grey.   Water droplets started to sprinkle down on the sand that lay beneath her feet. All she did was stand and stare into the distance. Her heart ached and tears streamed down her face. There were no words that could convey her emotions at that moment. As the tide came in, she turned and faced it. Slowly she waded through the water; trying to grasp on to her final