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Here's the prologue! Have fun reading! Just know that this is the absolute shortest chapter of my book. The others are much longer. Thanks! xd

Prologue
The ocean is truly a sight to behold. It’s frothy waves thundering in to shore. Its brilliant waters caught in an endless dance, it’s arms intertwined in those of the moon. Cool, refreshing water swirling around in magnificent arcs; the untamed thrill one experiences when one has conquered a surging wave; the gentle touch of the water as it glides over the wet sand. The salty tang that riddles the air and tickles the senses of those who come near to experience the majesty. Most people consider the ocean a thing of infinite beauty.
I do not.
When I look at the ocean, I see it for what it truly is: a creature of unfathomable torment. It’s brooding surface silently sitting, a lion stalking its prey. Its tremulous waters hide horrific secrets of untold treasure and alien monsters in its murky depths. It is an ancient and powerful being that often hovers in indecision between calm serenity and raging anger. It shatters mighty ships as if it was a twig and swallows the crumbling pieces into its own endless abyss. It is a thing to keep your distance from.
And yet, it holds a strange place in my heart. I repulse it; yet yearn for it. An invisible force continually pulls me toward it. I am a fish hooked on the line. The fisherman is constantly reeling me in. Still, I swim away, hoping beyond hope that maybe this time I will free myself from the iron-like grip it holds me in.
Every day is another choice to me. Do I condemn myself to the horrors of the alluring sea, or push it to the back of my mind and stay as far away as possible? The choice is mine alone.

That's okay.
Chapter 1 of my story is posted below. Tell me when you realize how boring it is and then tell me how I can spice it up.

Once again, still a little slow but I suppose that is how most books start.

Poems: CAN I HAVE MY SICK EDUCING VOMIT SACK WITH LESS SUGAR PLEASE?!

. . . What the hell just happened?

You don't have to be a b***h just because she enjoys writing.

Although I have to agree: I am not interested in where this is headed.

I liked your story =)
I don't have any advise for improvement, but mainly because I'm not a very good writer my self sweatdrop lol
The only writing I've done is 3 poems (this year and in total), and maybe a few fiction stories in elementary, which was a while back lol

K. Here's my next chapter. Please read! mrgreen

Chapter 3
I awoke in a brightly lit cavern, wearily coughing up water. Underneath me was a slab of smooth rock, lying next to cool salt water. My first inclination was that I was dead and this is where people were judged to see if they were to rise or fall. Then I did a double take and realized that no heavenly host surrounded me. It was only this dark cavernous air pocket and me.
“Oh, you’re awake.” The voice was of a small boy. I tried to sit up and look around, but my body was battered and bruised. I turned my head to see the face of the boy from the news report. His hair was a mess, his clothes were ragged and torn, he had numerous cuts and scrapes, and he had definitely lost a few pounds, but it was undeniably the missing boy I had seen on the news.
“You’re…”
“My name’s Michel T. Gabriel.” The boy coughed. “What’s yours?”
“I’m Lea.” I moaned at the effort it took to speak.
“It was like that for me too when I first got here. Don’t worry. You just need to sleep for a while. You’ll have your strength back in no time.”
And so I slept. I slept on and on, allowing the mist from a pool in the cave to surround me. It stopped the aching in all my joints and tendons. It lifted the fog from my brain. I gave me the energy I so desperately lacked.
I woke again to find the boy curled up next to me. His breathing was deep and even, heartbeat slow and relaxed. It amazed me how little he worried. He seemed so young and innocent. I wondered what had happened to us to bring us to this strange cave. How had I survived that drop into the ocean? It all seemed so strange.
Absentmindedly, my hand went to my necklace and felt its surface, my fingertips searching for the grain that ran through it. When I realized that there was no grain I picked it up and looked at it, my eyes growing wide in surprise.
What had once been worn wood was now a bright blue crystal. There were lines of different blues running through it, making it shine with many colors. I realized that this was what was giving off the light. There was no fire lit or flashlight turned on. It was this mysterious gemstone.
There was a disturbance in the water beside me. Careful not to disturb Michel I sat up and crawled over to the side of the pool. I jumped back a little when a dolphin burst from the water with a fish in its mouth.
Hello. It spoke in my head, the voice reverberating throughout my mind.
“Hi.”
Shhhhh. Don’t disturb the sleeping child. Speak through the Mari.“The what?”
Shhhhh.I looked down at the beautiful gem that now hung around my neck.
Is this the Mari? I asked, touching the necklace.
Yes. It is the sacred gem of the sea that will allow you to speak to those who live in the blue world. You wear it, so you may speak to us.
I kept my hand on the gemstone. What happened? Where are we?
You and the child are in an underwater cave. We Air-breathers often stop hear to take a breath when we dive very deep or are coming back to the surface. It is about an hour from the surface at slow speed.
How many feet is that?
Fish do not have feet. We do not measure as such. If you swam from the surface to here straight down it would take about an hour if you swim slowly. It is much less at fast speed.
Oh. But how did we get here?
That is not for me to explain. That is for Big Momma to explain.
Big Momma?
I will bring her to you. But I must leave before my pod gets to far away. Take the fish. I will be back later with more. The gray head bobbed forward and gently set the glistening fish at my feet.
If you need me, touch the Mari and call my name. It is Scunie. With that final note, the friendly mammal sank back into the water.
Thank you, Scunie. I called with my mind. I dropped my hand from the necklace and looked at the freshly caught fish with a growling stomach. I thought about making a fire, but quickly extinguished the idea. If a fire was made it would burn up all the oxygen, not to mention the smoke. I hardly knew how much oxygen we had already. I looked around the cave, noting its numerous passageways and tunnels. We would be good for a while, even if there were two of us. Still, we would need to find a way out soon.
Michel started to stir next to me. I crawled over to him as he opened his eyes and started to cough violently. I looked at him with pity. He had been here so much longer than I had. How much longer could he go without food or water?
My thoughts were interrupted as he sat up and looked at the fish next to me. He looked at me curiously, cleared his throat, and asked, “Where did you get the food?”
I thought of an excuse quickly. “It had been swimming close to the surface of the water. I grabbed it out of the water, but I’m afraid it was all I could get. We’ll have to eat it raw. We can’t make a fire to cook it.”
Michel continued to look at the fish. He nodded, accepting the fact that this meal would be cold, slimy, and disgusting. I bent over the fish, afraid of what had to be done. I clutched the scaly creature; it’s unblinking eyes looked up at me. I heard a crack as looked at Michel as he handed me a piece of rock he had broken off the floor. The edge he had broken was sharp and hard. I grasped the rock in one hand and the fish in the other. I set the rock on the fish and applied pressure, puncturing the skin. A foul stench started to fill the cavern. I ripped open the fish with the rock and looked away in disgust of the revolting thing I now held in my hand. I carefully ripped away the skin, leaving pink flesh exposed. I cut off a flank of the meat and handed it to Michel, who gobbled it up hungrily. As soon as it was down his throat he started to cough again. I continued to dissect the fish, disposing of its internal organs that now hung out. Then I cut of the rest of the meat in separate flanks until all was left was the head and bones. I tossed the carcass into the water where it sank into the murky depths and looked at the “food” I held in my hand.
Michel’s coughing fit cease and he looked at me expectantly. I gave him another piece of meat, warning him of the bones this time. He took smaller bites, spitting out the tiny bones before swallowing. He ate until there were two strips of meat left.
“You have them. You need to eat too,” he said.
“But you’ve been out here longer. You go ahead and eat them. I don’t want them.”
“It’s food, whether uncooked or not. Just imagine it’s a gourmet meal and eat it quickly, before you taste too much of it. And try not to throw up.”
I looked at the pieces of fish meat in my hands. My stomach rumbled, as if knowing that food lay just outside of its reach. I closed my eyes, held my nose, and stuck the most revolting thing I have ever tasted and will ever taste in my mouth. I spit out a few bones ad quickly swallowed what was left, leaving a nauseating taste in my mouth. I felt my stomach heave, repulsed by the foul bitterness that had entered my system. I frantically tried to keep it down, and finally my stomach accepted the morsel as food. I tossed the other strip of meat to Michel, who ate it gladly.
I started to cough. It was on me all of a sudden, as if it had been a predator waiting for just the right moment to pounce. The spasm wasn’t as violent as Michel’s yet, but I had a daunting feeling that it would be soon.
“Do you have any water?” Michel asked, looking at me hopefully. A cough shook his frail body.
“Freshwater? No, sorry. I don’t have anything at all.”
“What about your necklace? You have that.”
“Yes, but it probably wont do a whole lot of good down here. It’s just a piece of jewelry, right?” This was, of coarse, a total lie. Somehow this enabled me to speak with Scunie. I may have other powers, but at the moment I didn’t know of them.
“It gives off light. That’s how I saw you in the water. That’s why we can see.” He coughed a little.
“Wait, what do you mean ‘I saw you in the water”?”
“Well, that’s kinda how you got here. I saw this blue light from the pool over there.” He pointed to where I had spoken with Scunie. “Luckily you were floating towards me, so all I had to do was jump in and grab you,” he coughed, interrupting his story. “I didn’t really have to swim at all. I pulled you out of the water and a little bit later you woke up. You probably know more than I do. How did you get in the water in the first place?”
“Well, I barely know anything. You see there’s this hurricane that’s coming near where I live. It’s not going to hit us directly, but there’s going to be some flooding and so on.” The boy’s face turned very pale at the mention of a hurricane. I continued, “I had been sitting on my windowsill at the time, thinking about what I would do if my stuff got destroyed and thankful that we weren’t going to get very much of the storm.” I decided not to mention the swaying or the vision I had seen. “My mom came in the room and saw me sitting on the windowsill and kind of panicked. It wasn’t her fault, but it was her scream that startled me and made me lose my balance. I fell out the window and into the water, I guess. I was lucky that the flooding had already started. Otherwise, I would have died on the spot. But there’s something about the ocean that I don’t like. You see I’ve never been in the ocean before. I not afraid too, but it just doesn’t seem right, with all the dangers.”
“Where’s the hurricane going to hit?” Michel asked nervously.
“The Gulf of Mexico, I believe.”
I saw tears welling up in Michel’s eyes. He sniffed, and then coughed. Water droplets crept down his cheeks, washing away some of the dirt on his face. I crawled forward and held him in my arms, offering my support as the little boy cried. He sat on my lap and buried his face into my shoulder, tears skimming over his face freely. He wailed in misery, his cries echoing throughout the cold and empty cave. I stroked his hair and patted his back, letting him cry until he could cry no more. And when he had stopped crying, he slept. He curled up in my arms and drifted off. A few minutes later, I joined him in fitful slumber.