A piece of creative writing by Niamh D in Year 7
There it was. I looked out onto the stormy bay and observed the menacing, roaring whirlpool that was just in front of me. I could hardly believe I was about the dive into it, the whirlpool of souls.
I had been instructed to look for a tiara, the tiara of the
stars - a priceless piece of jewellery that has been said to control outer
space. People also say of how the whirlpool got its name. The legend goes that
whoever may venture near, their soul will be taken into the grasp of the
whirlpool, never to be heard of again.
I slowly attached my goggles to my suit and majestically
dived into the ocean. As I was plunging down, I started to regret my choice
incredibly. As soon as I landed, I was sucked in. Everything went a morbid
black.
I was trapped.
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