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Deep Down Low
by: Alpha M., Grade: 6+


I was roaming the open ocean, after grabbing a few bites of shark a few minutes ago. It tasted funny however, as if itís been eating sand its entire life. Yuck! The sky was growing darker on the surface, and the oceanís prey began to disperse after dark. I stayed on top near the surface, with glowing eyes in the coming darkness, watching my back and front constantly. If you think the sea is like a horror movie in the day from predators and fights, youíd be fresh-meat at night. Evil comes at night. For a Kronosaurus like me, and being young and all, when night comes, you have to watch your back. Iíve been attacked at night once, and it wasnít a good experience having a squid on your snout. Squishy and pink, it tickled my nose, until I sneezed. But tonight was going to be a bit different. When the sun finally set in the distance, and darkness fully consumed the once thriving sea, I floated up the surface, eyes wide and alert for prey, and predator. I felt isolated, the only living figure in the sea from my view, and the corals seemed darkened by the black sky on the surface. Being a Kronosaurus at night though is a good advantage. I could detect things from far away, whatever it is, and smell blood from miles away. And possibly zoom there in a matter of minutes. But that's for tomorrow. On the surface, I always wondered how life existed up there. The sky changes up there, and standing plants, unlike the floating ones down near the coral, raise high and tall, and quake in the so-called wind from the ocean. Earthshakes, storms, twisters, droughts, anything nature throws attacks up there. And land-dwellers exist on the land, walking on two or four legs. Strange enough to take in such visions for a sea creature, and as badly as I want to experience the outside world, I canít. It's bad to breathe something that I canít really breathe. Air in general. Now that Iím thinking about it, it stinks right now to be a Kronosaurus.


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