It's Like The Tide Always Falling And Rising Mga Nobela at Kwento

Resting somewhere in my core like a sleeping tide. It wasn’t magic. It wasn’t fire. It was me. And it was waiting.

I reached for a tree, but it cracked fell into another sickly tree, sending them both crashing. ‘Artemis.’ Orion caught me before I hit the mud. ‘I don’t feel so good here. There’s something wrong with this place.’ He placed his arms under my knees and lifted me effortlessly into his arms. ‘You’re right. The land is dying. It’s good sign though.’ ‘How the land is dying. It’s awful… I can almost hear it. I can hear the cries of this forest. It’s horrible.’ ‘I know it is. It’s a good sign that you can feel it without any boundaries.’

Sometime later – I opened my eyes and I was at the beach. It was warm, the sand was spilling in between my toes. I could feel a soft breeze caress my face and hair. It carried a salty scent and something else. I couldn’t place it but it was delicious. I stood up and looked around. The ocean was rising with waves and then falling, rising and falling. Like it was alive and breathing. A dark navy hue on the horizon, it faded into a cobalt blue. When each wave formed it blended from sea-green to turquoise as the sun shone through it. From its climax it would crash down in a frothy white cloud of foam and spread out in front of me before receding back into itself. Rising and falling.

She tucked it back in the brown paper bag and decided that perhaps she should take her brother up on his offers to teach her some recipes; and when she did his cinnamon buns would be top of her list. Waves come, transient yet always there, rising, falling. They scatter the light, the hue of the water ever changing yet always familiar, always blue. How could I fail to love them as they dance inward to crash on the pebbles? How could I fail to appreciate the salty air or the cold caress of the breeze? They are stalwarts of this ocean-side life, present and passing, always the same and never. Yesterday the sea was laid flat and my emotions also, as if one were a reflection of the other. Today,

I nervously grabbed my phone and tried to unlock it as Ryker neared me but I realized that it was dead. Fuck no! This was a really bad time for my phone to die. Ryker finally reached me and stood in front of me, I ignored him and bobbed my head to an imaginary song playing in my head. "Hey, Grumps." I heard him say. Goosebumps rose on my skin. "You're toxic I'm slipping under, with the taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic." I sang Toxic by Britney Spears.

patience. Within every minute passing, the water level rised upper and upper, covering the last wooden box into it. "Oh dear!" trembled the little girl getting petrified, "If I move the box will fell. I must sit......I must sit stilll.....It must fall.....it should fall or else......I will....mmmm" her lips shivered as she couldn't go on. The water filled till the girl, absorbing Loathefiya in. It reached her legs, waists, forearm till her shoulders, shutting her eyes tight the girl felt her horrors of death was almost on it's way.

Ocean: Moon, I love you. You are my life. But I can't stay with you. I'm sorry. I'm not a cheater, I just didn't get time. She whispered and closed her eyes. Zeus looked at Moon whose face started to change. The soft hearted Moon suddenly started to look like Lucifer. Like he is the devil, ready to take down the world. Her pulses were getting weaker by every passing second. And Zeus didn't understand what was going on. He knew no one was in the villa except for Ocean. Moon looked up with teary pleading eyes.

I said laughing and Nikolay chuckled kissing my cheek. “No, your body is going to adjust and the tide is just coming up” Nikolay teased and I laughed, I knew that the tide was rising but that meant waves and I was not planning on being thrown out of the water to go back inside and get kicked out by some huge wave. That seemed to be Nikolay’s plan at the moment and it was something that I loved doing if we were speaking on normal, DAY LIGHT states. But it was night and I wouldn’t be able to see the rising wave. Okay, I would but it wouldn’t be as clear as it is during the day, I’d need to rely on HEARING the wave’s sound to hear and predict the impact.

Trying to rush, and race into the incoming tide. I was riding it as it curled, I was under it smoothly surfing my way under the grand arch of the immense water. I was racing it to the end of the wave. But nature was not on my side that day, I was seconds to late to hit the perfect end when I was quickly sucked into the tide. Another wave had came rolling in from above me. It hit me hard, it drowned me deep under the surface.

Never in a million years. I have always been weak. If I continue to stay weak I am going to lose everything all over again. I have to become strong to save myself and to protect my love. I know I have gone through a lot of pain but staying weak won't help me a bit. Balance, I think this describes the world the best. For every death there is a birth and for every pain there is happiness. This is so hard for me. Everything has always been hard for me right from birth. I wish I would have been taught as a kid that every time I fall in love I will be wounded.