There were lots of people on the beach that day. The children played with waves under the watchful eyes of their parents. The sea looked calm, but no one could imagine what would happen next.
The air was static with an eerie sense of placidity. No one sensed anything wrong – except me. I cautiously got up from my chair and looked out towards the sea. Everything looked normal, and I was about sit down – when I noticed these mountains I’d never seen before. I took my binoculars to look more closely at them, and that’s when I realized –
Those weren’t mountains.
Those were waves.
without wasting a second, I screamed at the top of my voice, telling everyone to get off the beach as fast as they possibly could. I told my parents and my brother to take shelter in the tallest building, and take everyone with them.
I stayed, looking for anyone left behind. Fortunately, there was no one left, so I ran as fast as my legs could take me, To the shelter. In the end, everyone from the beach survived. But thousands of others didn’t. They weren’t as lucky as we were.
Once the tsunami ended, I decided to return to the beach, and see it in its state of desolation. I looked out again, at the sea, but all I could see was a vast expense of blue, as calm as it was before terror struck the land. With a heavy sigh and a last look at the water, I turned around and went back home.
This is my first attempt at some serious fiction, so I really hope you like it.