I-sea Readers Novels & Stories

Grabbing my drink I moved into the bedroom, dripping water onto the carpet as I plopped onto the bed taking another sip. I picked up the phone, squinting at the card on the nightstand as I dialed the front desk. Placing the phone to my ear, I let out an exasperated sigh. I was cold and everything felt numb. I just wanted today to be over. “Seaside Hotel.” An overly chipper voice said, and I grit my teeth together. “Hi, I’m in room 502 and the shower won’t turn off. The knob, I don’t-”

The Island came into view and Mark stood up at the windows for a better look. It was gorgeous, a tropical paradise of palm trees and beautiful white sandy beaches. The cliffs that rose up out of the water to the east and west were natural and rugged and the structures he could see seemed to enhance the natural beauty rather than detract from it. "It's better than I imagined," Mark admitted. "I know," Jasmine said, standing beside him. "I love it here." Mark could feel the nerves building in his stomach again as the boat approached the pier and all too soon it was alongside it, the crew tying the Betsy against it. He could see several people waiting at the end of the pier and he took a deep b

“I-I’m remembering things and it hurts and I can’t stop it—” Nyra knelt in front of her and placed both hands on Elise’s face. “Then listen,” she said firmly. “The Sea is reacting because you are reacting. It remembers what was taken from you.” Another violent wave crashed behind them. Elise trembled. “I don’t understand—who am I? Why does it feel like everything is breaking?” Nyra’s eyes softened. “Because you were not meant to die.” Elise froze. Nyra held her gaze, voice steady. “The Sea spared you because its will is unfinished.”

"Let's lay some tracks in Seaside." He started choking violently on his water and wiped his mouth. "Why? Why am I always going back to Seaside? Why, God, why?" "Because." Alec nudged him, "It's home." Everyone shared a knowing look. Andrew had no idea what was coming. I hoped it would stay that way. He just had to agree to it. END OF BOOK THREE: STEAL To anyone experiencing anxiety - or the very real stresses behind - this is for you. May you find your mallow <3

Maeve felt her chest so full it almost hurt with happiness. “And now?” she asked, licking honey from her fingers. “Now we live,” Elias answered simply. “No plan. No schedule.” They decided to start with the sea. Equipped with masks and snorkels, they dove into the crystal-clear waters around the island. The reef was another world: schools of neon fish, vibrant corals in shades of pink, purple, and orange, and a sea turtle that swam lazily past them.

Some said he was dead and washed up on some nameless shore. However, Caitlin received a postcard every year. No signature. No return address. Just one sentence was written on it. [Tell her I’m still looking for her.] Caitlin kept the postcards in a drawer, together with my diary. Sometimes she took them out, looked at them, and said, “Two silly kids.” One who loved until death. One who only understood love at death. The Sicily’s sun rose as it always did, shining over the garden of the Corleone family’s mansion and over the swing… now overgrown with wildflowers, covering the blood Lisa once spilled there.

Its cover read, “Seafaring Journal: Voyages One to Four.” “This,” Ise said softly, “is the most valuable thing to our family. If I were to sell this notebook at the market, no one would offer a single Koblos for it. But this book contains all the information that the evil men want from me. “It is too risky for me to keep it, and taking it with me on the coming voyage is out of the question. Of course, no one would expect such confidential information to be in the hands of children, and that is why I am asking you, Ishida, to keep this book for me until I return.”

No sign of the words sea dweller. That did it. They couldn't he the third wealthiest island all planet Elyndra and had the second largest collection of books. There had to be at least one book that mentioned sea dwellers at least once. She floated to a crystal ball at the exact centre of the room. Placing her hands on it, she thought only of the words 'sea dweller'. On the crystal appeared the image of a brown leather book with multicoloured gem stones decorating the cover and spine. The book lslowly floated into place in the prophecy section.

I stare daggers at him when he holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Ok, not jealously, but still it’s hot.” I roll my eyes and turn my gaze back to the window and see the Aegean Sea. The feeling of home hits me the closer we get to our destination. I fidget with my fingers as I look out and see the ruins of the temple of Poseidon. “Are you ok?” he asks from the side and I turn to look at him, my eyes wide and I gulp but nod my head as I face forward.

She looked out on the sea — and Mara suddenly knew: Anna was afraid of something other than the second Mara. Something deeper. Then she followed. The beach was a mess of rain, black water and people. The sleepers went on to the sea. Some were standing up to the chest in the water and smiled calmly as if they were Listen to beloved voices. Mara heard her now, too. Flüstern. Not threatening. Sad. Come back. I'm here. You're not alone. The sea spoke with the voices of the dead. That's why it worked. That's why people went in voluntarily.