Stories tagged “ocean”
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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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Somewhere in the Ocean
I stand here, arms spread, chin pointing toward the starry sky. If I have ever experienced pure bliss, it would be now. I know I can now die happy. The waves crash around my body like cars on a freeway, their unforgiving force numbing my skin. Above me...
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The Telling
She sits at the table with her hands folded neatly in front of her, fingers woven together, green nail polish chipping, flaking, but the same color as her startling eyes. We have never spoken before, but her eyes feel familiar somehow. Maybe in another...
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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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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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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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"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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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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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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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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From the Deep
A discordant wailing sound filled the air as the priests began to play a gigantic set of pipes that looked as ancient as the rocks themselves, weaving a melody over the constant tattoo of the drum beats that drowned out the girl’s incoherent pleading...
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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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Sailor, Oh, Sailor!
After three summers, across the solid white quay, the red-haired sailor trudged through the ankle-deep shore back to me. Since his departure, a coastal war broke out. I was a boy when he left, but blood was now on my conscience. Over his shoulder, a ru...
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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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Highest Heights
What is existence without drama? That’s why, even in this place, traversing the dangerous unknown is necessary. I’ve gathered my closest friends, old acquaintances, and even strangers. We are setting sail on an empyrean ocean of our own des...
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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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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...
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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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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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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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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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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...