(Write a story about a mermaid/merman using verb sentences)
Lightning flashed through the sky like the strobing light of photographers, and thunder followed it on its heels, alternating the illumination of the threatening clouds with ear-deafening roars. Jonas thrashed out with his arms and legs, splashing the wild water that surrounded him. He had never managed to find the time to learn how to swim. Somehow, he now found himself in the water without a life vest and not able to save himself from drowning.
As the icy cold water stung his lungs from the inside and numbed him from the outside, Jonas frantically fought against the cramping of his muscles which prevented him from keeping afloat. He looked around for something to hold on to, but the towering waves kept pounding down on him. Jonas’s chances of survival lessened with every second passing. Desperation filled his thoughts.
In a last attempt to save himself, he kicked his legs with all the energy that remained and thrust himself as high as possible out of the salty water. He scanned the horizon around him before gravity pulled him back down into the deadly grip of the ocean. Seeing nothing but a sea of waves, the hope of a rescue left Jonas’s thoughts, and he allowed his body to sink into the darkness. The deadly water enveloped him, entering his lungs in a steady stream, filling them as they would a fish’s lungs.
On the verge of being conscious, Jonas felt hands grip him by the waist and push him upward. The water streamed from him as he broke the surface and his chest expanded, sucking in the cold night air. Jonas coughed the water out of his lungs, trying to get rid of it all while gasping for more air.
A face appeared in front of him, a beautiful face with large, gold-striated blue eyes, and lips that begged him to kiss them. Her skin matched the color of the surf at the tip of the wild waves. Her hair shone like a summer sun’s rays and fanned out around her in the water. Jonas wiped the water from his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating. When he opened his eyes, she still filled his vision. Surely, he didn’t die and beheld an angel as his heart audibly pounded in his head. He momentarily thought he might be dreaming and expected to wake up any moment.
However, the situation remained the same. He didn’t wake up, and, more remarkable, he didn’t drown either. Even though his legs held still, he kept afloat. Jonas frowned. The woman giggled and more giggles came from behind him. He turned around in the water, although he wasn’t the one turning himself, and saw two more beautiful faces. It appeared the women held him upright in the water, their hands gently on his waistline, their touch delicate yet strong. Jonas now noticed the women not wearing any form of clothing, their breasts only barely hidden by the water’s surface. He wondered why these lovely women were swimming in this storm, and why they were doing so without any suitable swimwear.
Suddenly, a horn sounded loud and clear and a light appeared in the dark night sky, scanning the water’s surface. It meant help was on its way. Jonas smiled at the women, overjoyed that they had saved him from drowning, for he surely would have if not for their interference. The searchlight tried to focus on him with difficulty as the unrelenting waves thrashed the little boat from side to side.
Before Jonas could thank the women or ask them their names, the three of them turned around and dove into the water. Their pale bodies glittered in the white flash of lightning. Embarrassment overtook Jonas when he anticipated the women’s buttocks to break the surface. To his surprise, instead of seeing their peachy behinds, their tiny torsos turned into shimmering, sleek fishtails, the color of their scales reflecting a myriad of rainbow colors, their fins as delicate yet strong as a dragonfly’s wings. With a final splash, they disappeared into the depths from whence they came.
The boat people rescued Jonas, but he never spoke of his true rescuers and never ventured out to sea again.
Copyrighted (c) by Jacky Dahlhaus