Humor
Rufus and the Whale
Rufus was having a marvelous day. His family had taken him far away from home to this little sandy forest surrounded by water, and he'd spent most of the three day's they'd been there playing in the surf with his brother Johnny. Now he was free, salty water clung to his shaggy yellow coat no matter how fast he ran across the beach.
Logan McClincyPublished about a year ago in FictionAnd, Breathe
Despite her best efforts, Celia was miserable. To most people the conditions would have been ideal: comfortable heat, cheery sun, a delicious salty breeze, and everything she could want was within arm's reach. Celia didn't know how to relax. She came to this island resort thinking she could force relaxation upon herself. So far, no matter how good the food, the drinks and the spa treatments were, she was still a sourpuss.
Rebekah ConardPublished about a year ago in FictionSeaglass House Builders
Waves splashed over my daughter, Kalena, as she tried to rescue her sandcastle from the incoming tide. She jumped and giggled as she held onto shells and seaglass that were bejeweled to her castle which was now slipping into the ocean. Light cascaded around the blue, green and clear pieces as they floated in the waves.
C. H. RichardPublished about a year ago in FictionSenses of Peace
Licking my lips, I couldn't be sure whether the salty taste was from the breeze of the ocean before me or from the countless tears I had cried. I grabbed fistfuls of sand, trying to get a grip on anything, but it ran out of my palms like an hourglass.
Raine NealPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Paleontologist and the Pilot
Tommy gasped for air as he broke the water's surface. Only minutes ago, he had been flying his small plane over the same water. An unexpected collision with a flock of seabirds disabled the engines, and down he and his plane went. Not all was lost, however; he'd gone down just off of a small, tropical island. Slowly, he swam to the island, clamoring on with great gasps from his labor. As he lay, face against the sandy shore, a shadow approached, until it was standing over him.
Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)Published about a year ago in FictionThe Wall That Could Talk
I am a wall, a silent observer of the world around me. I've been here for as long as I can remember, standing tall and proud, bearing witness to the comings and goings of those who pass by me every day. At first, I was just a plain and simple wall, devoid of any thoughts or emotions. But then one day, something strange happened. I started to hear voices, and soon after, I found that I could speak.
Lady Retsiela’s Island
There were an endless amount of stories and rumors about Lady Retsiela’s Island. It was known for being occupied by demonic entities and witches. Old storytellers and believers knew that many who entered the island never left and only a few escaped to tell their horrific stories. There were reports of demons possessing their victims, witches performing cannibalistic acts, and ghosts of the victims roaming the land.
Leona ValentinePublished about a year ago in FictionAnd Then There Was Leap Year
LET'S MEET HARIKA ARORA HA - 215, known as Harika Arora on planet Earth, was feeling very grateful. Her gratitude stemmed from the fact that despite delays at HeavensGate Station, her Light Ray Shuttle had made it to its destination on time. After checking into her room, she enjoyed a long bath with enough time for a stroll on the charming blue beach. And here she was in the lobby sipping her Pina Colada - her heaventop set for All Hands Meeting at 6:00 PM earth time.
Anu SundaramPublished about a year ago in FictionWILDCAT
“Don’t leave me here. Please take me with you. I don’t want to live in the wild anymore. I want to see the world!” pleads Nina in her scanty jungle bikini, holding fast to her debonair lover.
The Getaway
My hands are cold and shaking; and I know it’s not from the icy cocktail glass my fingers are wrapped around. Despite the warm island breezes and lazy swaying of palm trees all around, my anxiety meter is still way off the charts.
Jean MaxwellPublished about a year ago in FictionAnd then there was Joe
And then there was Joe Uggh…. What the hell…Where the… My fucking head… Shit balls. The alarm on the man’s phone blares the old truck horn incessantly.
Alvin Ray Williams JrPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Horse
I awoke in the warm surf, sea water biting my eyes, sand and salt dried in my hair and on my face. I sat up in the shallow water, the gentle ebb and spring lapping around me. I looked around me and saw no other man, save for the dead one. The last I remembered was the storm that had flung our ship through the waves, before it turned over into the dark. The shards of wood surrounding me likely meant I wasn't simply unlucky enough to be thrown overboard, but likely that the ship and crew were gone as well. As I tried to stand, my legs nearly gave out, as I noticed just how dry I felt. My skin had turned red and my mouth to a desert. I half crawled to the body perhaps twenty feet to my left. I needn't check for a pulse, there was no head or neck to place my fingers to. I knew him, though, by the tattoo on his shoulders, those of serpents wrapping around his arms. His name had been John and we had served on the same ship, but there was nothing I could do for him now. The canteen on his hip helped me, however. Now that I had water, I needed something to eat, some shelter, and a way to fill the canteen when it emptied, at least until I built a signal fire.
James StacksPublished about a year ago in Fiction