the battle
The ground beneath the adolescent's feet rumbled as the massive surf crashed violently onto the rocks beneath him. He was gripping tightly onto the surfboard under his arm, his dark green eyes scanning the rows of whitewater that stood before him like lines of soldiers, impenetrable. Clouds of sea spray whipped at his face sticking long black hair to the sides of his face. He took one last look at the murky green torrent, before throwing himself over the edge of the mighty white cliff, the only obstacle that lay between him and his destiny. For what felt like an eternity the boy fell. Mighty black locks streamed from his head. Splash! Surrounded by the water he now felt safe and secure like a child being embraced by its mother. The mission that lay before him now became evident. Scrambling to his board the determined youngster began his paddle. To him this was the day that he had been waiting his whole life for the day when he would see what he was really made of and prove to his friends once and for all that he was the best at his beloved sport. But it was more than a sport to him, it was his passion. He lived for the ocean. And today more than any other he felt glad to be alive and privileged to witness this on
To him this was the day that he had been waiting his whole life for the day when he would see what he was really made of and prove to his friends once and for all that he was the best at his beloved sport. But it was more than a sport to him, it was his passion. He lived for the ocean. And today more than any other he felt glad to be alive and privileged to witness this one in a lifetime event. Upon the horizon three or four giant walls of liquid loomed. The petrified surfer was quick to notice sending his whole body into a fit of fear. He paddled for his life. So intense was the rush of adrenalins to his system he could almost feel the air around him. Every part of his body tingled. It became apparent that he would be cleaned up by the monstrous waves. A sharp crack went up his body. A searing pain came flowing from his leg. Coughing and spluttering the washed up body made its way ashore. A small grin sneaked its way onto the youngster's face. He somehow knew that this wave was intended for him. He started to stroke his way towards the shore; the complete opposite direction any rationally thinking person would be going. But the surfer wasn't listening to his mind. He was listening to something deep inside of himself, a strange gut instinct. The power of the wave hit him from behind like a freight train. No longer was the boy propelling the board through the water. Now the wave was in control. The surfer was merely a passenger along for the ride. The face of the wave became vertical as the lip pitched behind its passenger. The boy's board cut through the water like a hot knife through butter. For an instant the lad had no fear at all he just lost himself in the moment. The wave reared up like a wild beast. Swallowing the boy up viciously, shaking, spinning the boy into shore before spitting him out onto the rocks.
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Approximate Word count = 1579
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)
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