Down to the Mediterranean sea

I composed this thing sometime around midnight, sitting at the shore of the sea.

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Because for a moment she could forget that school started in two days. There was the sea, there was the sand, there were the green stones she liked so much, and there was the sky filled with stars, and… nothing else mattered.
She watched for a while the waves crashing on the little stones, then took off her shoes and let the sea brush past her toes.
Welcome, she heard a rumbling voice say, a voice that came from nowhere in particular. A voice that seemed too old for words, and a voice that hadn’t spoken in a very long time. The sea was singing her song, a song that many have forgotten how to listen to. But she could hear another song from somehwere, pumping its rithm into her head. And she hated it. She hated it because it disturbed the beautiful sound of the sea.
The waves were rolling around her ankles and yelling in her head with a million tiny voices. We like you, they clustered. Come with us! Come… come… come…
As a particularly enthsiastic wave came, she retreated on the shore, where waves could not touch her, though their power was useless when they were so small. She would go, gladly, and play with the waves, but it was dark and the sea is dangerous. Finally, she went back to where waves could touch her, and where they could warm her feet in this cold night. But they didn’t. They didn’t reach her anymore.
Why do you falter? she thought. Have you given up already?
In answer to her question, a wave rolled around her feet and she pulled back again.
Because this girl didn’t want her trousers wet.

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Safely on the beach, she kissed her fingertips and blew.
“Goodbye,” she whispered.

Little plot bunny ^^

Dark. And sticky. Something, which Max really hoped to be water, was dripping from the ceiling.

Drip drip drip…

And nobody said anything. The silence was annoying, and if someone didn’t say anything soon he was going to scream. Rob was doing something with the light, perhaps something Mr. Rowley had taught him, and the light gave the room an even more eerie feeling.

“Stop it…” Max whispered. “Please.”

“Stop that?” Rob said, and immediately the light vanished. Now they were drenched in darkness.

“Say something. Anything. I can’t stand the silence anymore…”

“Anything?” Amanda asked.

Max didn’t say anything. There was a long pause, a few whispered words he didn’t catch and then an intake of breath.

A sweet sound filled his ears and he let his head back an closed his eyes,letting the song engulf him. It was just after the first few lyrics when he realized it was Amanda who was singing.

How much of an idiot am I that I didn’t realize it was her? And I’ve heard her sing a lot before…

The song ended, and he was now aware of a warm presence on his left side.

“That helped?” Amanda asked him.

“Yes, much. Thank you.”

A slender arm went shyly across his waist.

He never saw the look in her brother’s eyes.

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No, Kevin (Amanda’s brother) didn’t kill Max. It’s just the overprotective brother instinct, I guess. And, oh, please tell me if I should give up writing now, before I kill anyone with the horribleness (is that a word?).