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Sea-
The seaweed danced rhythmically in response to the waves. The creatures of the deep swam and scuttled into the darkness of their trenches and the coral glowed under the clear water. On the surface, the waves crashed into the ocean with the force of a falling anvil, but affected nothing under the skin of the sea. The rain fell heavily onto the sea, and it laughed its stormy roar.

Storm:

The sky darkened and grey clouds stretched past the horizon. There was a sudden flash of light ,followed by another that split the sky in a giant crack. A strong wind blew and the leaves flew off the trees,out onto the vast ocean. The trees bowed to the force of the wind. The waves jumped out of the sea and the sea spray rained down on the land.

The House-

The gates were rusted iron, so much so, that when the wind blew they almost toppled. The Woden boards of the house were rotten and missing in places, leaving the house open to the elements. The carpet of the hallway was covered in eerie patterns made by a splattered dark red liquid. In the bedrooms there was only a small tattered mattress filled with insects. There was no kitchen, it had faded into the mist of time. In the attic, if you dared to venture there, was the reason for it all. A circle of the same red liquid as the carpet, inside it was a girl with black eyes, melting and smiling.

Death-

It was dark. Dark everywhere. Except in a small arch of light. Inside the arch was three colours. There was the angels, with eyes of purest blue and wings of white silk. Then there were the condemned, creatures with black scales and blood red eyes. And then the ones who were yet to be judged. They had no wings or scales, no eyes of red or blue. They were grey. They stood there waiting. Waiting for their fates. Waiting in fear of the condemned. Waiting in awe of the angels.

Clouds-

The hills glistened in the punk morning sunlight and the clouds rolled gently past. They faded from a bright fuchsia to a pale bubblegum colour. They twisted and turned to form patterns and painted pictures in the sky with their feathery brushes. They danced in the sky even through the blackest night. Even when they have faded and are no longer able to dance through the sky, they dance in the sea. They dance on the shore. Waiting to join the sky once more.

Unicorns-

On the grassy plain of the meadow of dreams, the creatures of all shapes and sizes played, the dragons dances in the shimmering sky, the goblins tunneled through the vast underground. But the most majestic, most graceful creatures of them all, were the unicorns. They thundered over the plains with their glistening manes of spun silk fluttering in the wind. Their coats rippled like wind flowing over the grass they galloped across. They ran, not giving a care bout where they went. They ran, into the setting sun.