Commonwealth Essay

Competition

Question number: 4
Describe the sea or mountain or both

The Sea


Minute specs of dust tumbled on endlessly as they danced to the fickle licks of the warm, golden rays pouring in from the Heavens. A spectrum of colours plays on its surface – magenta, yellow, green, blue, red. The dust continues flowing, rubbing and bumping against each other as if to give encouragement and support. Soon something comes into sight. A bright neon slice jutting out of the icky, grimy, sand, seemingly out of place in this deep, dark oblivion. Many others soon join it, slowly but surely filling up the empty canvas with splashes and pockets of life and exuberance.

These plentiful shots of esprit soon take over the dirty gravel, adding texture and colour to the entire place. Lovely, deep red triangle-like formations continuously puncture the salty water enveloping it, like a tight blanket, but they are not alone. Eccentric blue cylinder-like formations are spotted randomly with dazzling yellow spheres as they collide imperceptibly with the messy green hair reaching out into nothing – just hoping to break free from the strangled brown strings and knots rooting them down, far away from their dreams that inch away day by day, dreams to be free.

A quick flash of warm orange wipes past the loose, light purple tentacles swaying ever so slightly, as if there were a soft breeze. It strikes again, this time we can see its full body – a sort of golden orange with a tinge of yellow, with majestic black lines plotted diagonally as if drawn on by a calligraphy brush with vivid and strong strokes. Yet another twinkle of colour rushes past in a blink of an eye, this one in contrast to the previous creature - a dull, boring grey with a hint of black. Seconds later, it jets out in a frenzy, and skilfully catches something in between its razor sharp teeth. The prey tries desperately to get out of the teeth’s strong grasp but fails hopelessly. It gives up as a final blur of green and blue embedded deeply in grey whizzes and thick red liquid languidly imbues the typically dark blue water. Lunch is settled for the deadly predators of this place – at least for one.

Closer to the surface of this alluring yet chancy unfathomable abyss, ladies clad in skimpy pastel coloured bikinis splash around as the men grab their polished surfboards and paddle tirelessly further and further out, away from civilisation. Younger children grab on desperately to their kaleidoscopic plastic floats, as they turn from a blazing yellow to a subtle orange then to a soft pink every time the Sun touches it. Screams, laughter, giggles and happiness drape densely over this place, encapsulating it tightly, as everyone indulged in blithe spirits.

No matter above or below ground, whenever you happen to be in this grandiose sanctuary, this abstruse place, it is constantly changing - you will never know what is going to happen next. Everything contributes to the change, no matter how small they are, let be it a spec of dust or a rough, hard, coral. This is what this place is about, all it’s mysteries included - this is the sea.


The End
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