There was once a boy who feared death. The boy feared it so much that he decided to dig a hole in the sand and hide. The sand was hard, and cut the small cracks in his fingers, producing blood. But he kept digging because he knew that once he finished this daunting task, he would finally be safe from the discontinuity he feared most.
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In a few hours, the boy was satisfied with the deep hole he'd made with his own, now badly bleeding, hands. He crawled in his hole and sat, contemplating his new life under the beach. It would bring him safety, it would bring him happiness. He would find it, he decided, if it was the last thing he ever did.
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In a few hours, the boy was satisfied with the deep hole he'd made with his own, now badly bleeding, hands. He crawled in his hole and sat, contemplating his new life under the beach. It would bring him safety, it would bring him happiness. He would find it, he decided, if it was the last thing he ever did.
There was once a girl who feared nothing. The girl was known for her fearlessness and one day, she decided to take a walk on the beach. The sand felt warm on her toes. The water rushed against her ankles and she felt all the pleasures of life manifest themselves in one wonderful ocean wave. Life was too beautiful to fear anything. Here, in the midst of it all, she was safe.
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The girl stared towards the horizon and saw an enormous boat. Then she started swimming. Further and further, filling her lungs with more and more air to stay afloat. She would reach the boat if it was the last thing she ever did.
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The girl stared towards the horizon and saw an enormous boat. Then she started swimming. Further and further, filling her lungs with more and more air to stay afloat. She would reach the boat if it was the last thing she ever did.
The ocean roared, it's waves came further and further towards the shore and the girl trudged onward. The boy sat in the depths of the sand, still wondering if there was something worth experiencing out there, even if it meant his demise. He quickly decided this was not so. So he stayed in his hole.
The boat came closer and closer to the girl, the unusually strong current pulling it in with the tide. The girl paid no attention to the boat, even though reaching it was her goal. Her eyes were fixed on the water below her rapidly spinning arms.
The water approached the hole in the sand, faster now than in seasons past. The boy sat in ignorance of the encroaching sea.
The girl heard the whirring and felt a whirlpool sucking her out into what she's sworn was the open ocean. The last thing she felt was hard crunch spinning metal against pruned flesh. The last thing she saw was a sea of red.
The boy looked above him as the saltwater began to fall and sting his eyes. The last thing he felt was the swelling of his lungs. The last thing he saw was a flurry of brown, wet sand.
The boat came closer and closer to the girl, the unusually strong current pulling it in with the tide. The girl paid no attention to the boat, even though reaching it was her goal. Her eyes were fixed on the water below her rapidly spinning arms.
The water approached the hole in the sand, faster now than in seasons past. The boy sat in ignorance of the encroaching sea.
The girl heard the whirring and felt a whirlpool sucking her out into what she's sworn was the open ocean. The last thing she felt was hard crunch spinning metal against pruned flesh. The last thing she saw was a sea of red.
The boy looked above him as the saltwater began to fall and sting his eyes. The last thing he felt was the swelling of his lungs. The last thing he saw was a flurry of brown, wet sand.
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