Stories tagged “ocean”
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Slipping her moorings
She’d snuck down to listen to the sailors’ tales for as long as she could remember, even if it did risk a beating. She’d learned patience from it. It had taken so much to fool her Ma into believing she was asleep, for she’d neve...
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Trouble Is Afoot
With all the excitement, people really did forget about the trouble still afoot. Even Kevin allowed himself to fall into a reunion conversation with former ficleteers. Little did they know trouble was brewing at their very feet. Overlooked_Merchandise ...
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Pantone 286C
From the window of her room, she could see the sea and the sky. Hard to see much else from the top of the highest tower in a castle perched on a cliff. On the best days, pale, fluffy clouds floated weightlessly in a cornflower sky, while their reflecti...
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Why
The girl glared at me, eyes of ocean frozen, “Can you leave me alone?” She asked coldly. I shrugged and casually put my hands in my jean’s pockets, “Why?” I simply questioned, and she looked at me again, “Didn’...
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Giving Up Her Dead
I saw my first dead body tonight. Twenty odd years I was able to avoid it, which is probably some kind of statistical achievement in itself. I was on the shore, beyond the boardwalk, past the lights that were winking off now that the tourists had gone ...
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Daisy
One night I put a single fake daisy in the dirt of my front yard, and in the morning it was gone. Probably stolen by some animal. But imagine if a girl had been walking by late last night, and seeing this fake daisy, wanted it for her hair. So now the...
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Sinking
The night of our big day finally came. Tom bought a bottle of fine champaign. We made a toast to good friends, and great ideas. We shared our last laughs, and our final excitement. Then, it was off to the beach. We drove an hour to get to the shore of ...
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Cheers and Down We Go
“All hail Britannia! Marmalade and…” The boisterous cheering of her fellow airmen roused Molly from her lolling at the window. The sea was so beautiful beneath the scant clouds as they flew along. Spirits were high. Life seemed so gra...
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Chain of Order
Yesterday, Nina was taken to the port. She cried too much for my liking – it made me want to cry, too. She made us sweets and left them on the counter with a note blurred and softened by tears; it was just like her. She did it despite the beating...
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The Sea, my Lover
Waves roll me over, wind ruffles my hair, the sun kisses my skin. Dolphins slip-slide sleekly through the waters. Birds circle overhead, and dive into the cool sea. The sails, like sheets, fold around me, like a long-lost lover re-found. I try to hold ...
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Savoring The Moment
Sitting on the warm sand, feeling it between my toes, I pondered quietly to myself. It had been a while since Shawn and I had been to the beach and I wanted to savor the time I have with him. Shawn had been in ‘Nam and he finally had come home fo...
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And I Saw the Ocean
I drowned on August fifteenth of the year 2006. The sun glinted off of the pellucid water; it created a web of turquoise and white around me, struck me dumb with its brilliance. A cloud of fine ivory sand followed my wake whenever I moved. I was sure t...
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Ficly Lands Under Storm Cover
Captain Jason circled looking for a place to land, being covered by the dark billowing clouds that were The Silent Storm. He’d yet to say anything but he was attempting to help. “Looks like we’re going to have to land in the water....
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you're like the ocean
your love is like the ocean, only a fool would try to pin point it’s depths. your love is like the ocean, sometimes rough and wild, but really it’s smooth like glass your love is like the ocean rhythmic and pulsing to the beat of my heart
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Drift
From the London Globe and Mail, November 4, 2009: REUTERS — Top scientists and military are being called into London so as to devise a plan by which the extent of nuclear radiation on the Isles’ soil shall be minimalised. The matter was tab...
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Delayed Gratification
Nora swallowed part of her doughnut, asked, “Good news?”, and took another bite. “Yes,” Ted responded, head cocked so the telephone receiver would not fall. “GlaxoSmithKline’s willing to front us some cancer drugs. A...
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Shart Attat!
“Oh, Shart!” “Huh-what?! Henry, did you say shark? Is there a shark? Henry, the children!” “No, honey, I didn’t see a shark.” “Then why did you say shark?” “Sigh. I didn’t.” “...
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Dry Low Tide II
The sun blazed on above my shell was very hot I could feel my water beginning to dry up. I could hear the waves below, they sounded closer now. I prayed the water would hurry up on its trek up the cliffs to reach me. All I could think about was my rumb...
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"I told you so."
Rocks slip underfoot. Soft and warm, soothing water laps at my toes, pulls at my heart. The sunset glances off the water, sends stones of light skipping off the surface. Below… who knows what is below. But the surface looks perfect. Maybe that...
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red sky in the morning
I woke up in a rowboat with a makeshift sail stitched of gray uniform fabric. The sky had a hazy strawberries and cream complexion that reminded me it was almost morning. I tried to remember what sailors said about rose colored skies, but the saying el...
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Time is Running Out
“We could change our names, or even move to another country.” Arnie said to his brother Arnold who was standing next to a stream of water that connected his house to the ocean. “Arnie last time I am going to say this we are not going ...
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The Oyster
A little oyster laid, alone on the beach. His hard shells, covered with uneven bumps and and unslightly grooves, made children never want to take him home. In a way this made sense, because on the outside this oyster acted as cold and cruel as his oute...
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Awakened
Sand. Wet Sand. Water. Where am i? The taste of salt. Turning ’round, he takes in his surroundings. The beach stretches before him for what seems like miles. Small waves rush in with an eagerness that belies the futility with which they foam and ...
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Memories
Then he realizes that “here”, in an exact sense, keeps changing. He hasn’t stopped walking. Even when he turned to see where he’d come from, his feet kept moving further along the beach. He stops. Take a deep breath. Get yoursel...
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Stuck
The white t-shirt sticks to my stomach, turned see-through by the churning, spitting sea. Froth bubbles in my hair, disappearing as my head tucks under several inches. A roll of green water pulls my feet backwards, trailing my body along with it. _ Swi...