Someone help me write a short piece with the 5 senses to put in my story… Her hobby was water skiing. The never-ending chase. The adrenaline you had when you found a wave, the craze you experienced when you were seeming for one. It was so fascinating. Her life revolved around the coastline; she felt more at ease in water than on shore. Pebble bay was wonderful, but nothing compared to the glistening pulses and foamy waves crashing on the boulders. It was just another Sunday evening. The waves roared, and the sea seemed to adore her today. She owned it; she commanded the sea thrashing head and blank stares. In the blue, there seems to be a black shadow. In essence, that's just a glitch shiny and crisp, it divides the water in half. She was startled, wife-eyed, and twitching her limbs. Olivia concentrated, but the board buckled beneath her as something heavy pummelling into it