Caribbean Novels & Stories

I felt envious of Cain and Daniel's vantage points from the window seat. The city was bustling with people, despite the heat that was blistering down on them from the early afternoon sun. On the left side of the road was a sidewalk lined with people coming in and out of the shops. On the right, was the ocean. "Is that the Arabian sea?" I asked Dinesh. "Indeed, it is," he said, seeming surprised that I would ask. "Did you know that the Arabian sea has a dead zone in the Gulf of Oman which is completely depleted of oxygen and over twice the size of Scotland?"

Trish Bousquet quietly stared through the airplane window of her first-class seat at the calm Caribbean waters below. The colors she saw were truly special, unique to that part of the world ... the brilliant turquoise water punctuated with ragged reefs and dotted with dark green islands. She reflected that she had been in so many places, but there was nothing like the Caribbean, with its beach resorts, diving, party scene and raves ... which combined heat and luscious beauty with a hint of ever-present risk and danger. To the woman's restless soul, the Caribbean offered so much more than the compa

she said brightly, and he nodded. "We're going to Silvan tomorrow," Amaria said. " It's really suspicious, Silvan is a small town but very rich in soil, they said the rich soil was a blessing from the spirit king of nature 'Gaia' that's why they have the healthiest fruits, vegetables and rear the healthiest animals, it has the highest exportation rate over the years because all the kingdoms under Ashmael Empire request goods from them yearly, I should know because I'm from there." Teresa stated

shouted Helena to the open sea. She was like a madwoman screaming to herself. No answer. She looked down, the beautiful blue sea with colorful fish. Dimly she heard a humming sound, something foreign to her ears but pleasant and melodious; siren sound. Siren Aquamarine, the mermaid of the Caribbean sea who always tempts pirates and fishermen. They suck every soul that is subject to their beauty. Beautiful but deadly.

We stayed there for a week and I was marveled by everything on that island. Then we went to St. Barts - one of the most upscale destinations in the Caribbean and its French background provided an elegant appeal similar to the French Riviera. We stayed in an expensive and elegant looking villa at the intimate Le Sereno where we had our own private terrace and garden-and most have an ocean view. It was marvelous.

Carolina waves her hand at someone in the crowd, "Hey, Culebrín, over here! - she calls to him. I want to dive headfirst into a well and not come out. Why couldn't it be another nickname? Kayler can only hold back laughter. A boy approaches us, dressed in black and white striped pants, a shirt that reaches below his thighs and military boots. Jesus Christ. The boy has black hair and wears it very messy. -My dear Carolinis," he greets me warmly, now looking at me, "Gallinita! -he exclaims, leaning down and grabbing my face to give me a tremendous kiss. I remain static. I notice that poor Connor is trying to understand what's going on. El Culebrín sits next to me. -What's up, Brownis? -says he

Dear Mother and Eve, I am sorry I couldn’t come this weekend. I know you know it was because of the weather. Life here isn’t so bad, but I need to write more. They just keep me super busy. I help feed and clean up after all these men and boys. It is hard. I met a nice boy here, Henry. He is keeping the other boys from being mean to me. I do hope I get to come home next weekend. Love you both so much. Kelanar.