Novelas y relatos de Anemones

I swam away almost immediately the instant the huge monster before me blinks. Swimming isn’t my best skill, as I believe I said before, so when the monster began to move, I was swept back by the turmoil it created. I feel chills just watching the creature flickering in and out of view in the sunken vessel. Seeing the thorn tentacles writhing in and out of its camouflage made me realize that it is a demon. And octopus-hermit crab kind of demon.

“Are those . . . tentacles?” “I’m pretty sure they are. I thought they were like, claws starting to grow but . . . they’re tentacles, all right.” A tingling sensation started in my gut, quickly turning to teeth gnawing at me from the inside. “Do you know of any shrimp that have tentacles? Or anything besides a squid or octopus?” “What am I, Jacques Cousteau?” Matt huffed. “There’s like a billion kinds of things that live in the ocean.”

The ‘garland' barely reached the water, resembling numerous paths indicating the direction for the newts. At night, the entrance to Umbra was protected by a hedge of turquoise sea anemones[2]. Their tentacles waved peacefully, but as soon as a stranger violated the border, the ‘flowers’ entwined the victim, paralyzing it with poison and turning into a frozen statue (unlike the murderous steins). The rest of the time, anemones quietly got along with newts, allowing them to ‘displant’ them from place to place.

Blue tang, angelfish, trumpet-fish, and myriads of shiny, tiny minnows moved through the reef with amazing ease, filling the ocean floor with color and movement. Noah pointed excitedly to a hole in a rock where a spotted eel slithered out and went into another section of the reef to find something to eat. Even despite the snorkel in his mouth, he couldn't contain the grin on his face. I dove down to the bottom, picking up a conch shell. It was still very much alive, and Noah held it reverently in his hands. Light pink flesh peeked out of the shell as Noah examined it, and he nearly dropped the living creature. I could hear him laugh under the water as he realized that it wasn't just a shell.

Including the roof, it was made up of glass. In the center, among palm trees, exotic shrubs, and giant ferns on a light brown wooden floor was a cream-colored rug on which stood two beige sofas and four armchairs of the same color around a low wooden table. On it stood a white frosted glass vase full of anemones, which immediately caught her attention because, as cut flowers, they didn’t fit into an interior full of various species of living plants. She supposed they were only here for her sake. “Do you like anemone coronaria?” She asked, but he didn't know what she was talking about. "I asked if you like anemones, but I see you

He knows, of course, he’s practically one of the co-owners of this place. Crystal glanced around in awe as she glanced around the tunnel wherein the tunnel’s walls were made out of thick glass, and marine animals of all shapes and sizes swam like there’s nothing dangerous in being above land in an artificial terrain. Crystal placed a hand over at the glass in wonder, the fishes weren’t ordinary. Like angels wearing lacey dresses, their tailfins and colors were exotic yet elegant. Antony cleared his throat. “Come on, I heard that there’s jellyfishes inside.” He mentioned and led Crystal deeper through the tunnel-like aquarium. There weren’t many people there, they are more fascinated by petti

You are lost in the bliss of your creative imagination as you notice that the sea is created a roll of cyan-blue, the clouds or what little there are, are truffle white, and the hazy horizons is bathed in the purplish-black glow. You notice that the rocks are like indented slabs of black marble, still glistening with the afterglow of the high tide. The anemones that stick to them are a peaceful, monk-brown and the seaweed gleams in velvet-green. The symphony of sand-song returns to the ears as the noisy marauders disappear into the distance. You can feel the zingy sting of salt in your eyes and you will never know if it is the sea spray or tears.

A lapping splashing sound in the murky reservoir water nearby is the first warning something besides a few fish, amphibians, turtles and waterfowl are out there, but it’s nowhere near enough. “Fucking Christ,” I hiss through my teeth, watching as the hulking bulk of a black lobster-like leviathan with glowing red eyes and a gaping mouth full of multiple rows of teeth levers its way onto the shore, pulling itself forward with twisting flexible limbs like a starfish, or an octopus.

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

Wiggle your legs and move the hand to move to adjust the ocean currents. Under the surface of the water, gnats point to various types of corals as well as various living things that they see. Now and then they will rise to the surface. Talking about how unique marine life is and ends with a splash of water when Gnats equate Nara with clownfish. “Just delicious! My stomach isn't that fat. " Nara protested again. Gnats laugh when they succeed in teasing. "Later you will be like that too, dear," answered Gnat lightly.