It's Like The Tide Always Falling And Rising Novels & Stories

I spend my days reading reports and performing fact-checking analysis until late at night. The second week, Tania shared something with me after she came home from work. "Chuck went to that old jewelry store in South City to ask about replicating your silver bracelet." I was writing when she said this, and paused while still holding the pen. Tania leaned against the doorframe and looked at me. "The old jeweller told him that the inscription inside the bracelet was hand-carved and that he couldn't replicate the exact inscription or the age of the bracelet. What he meant to say was that some broken things can never be fixed. It isn't the problem of the material, it's just that one can never tu

It felt eternal. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the campus. They walked hand in hand, hearts lighter, spirits soaring. Their journey hadn’t been easy, but it had been theirs. Every kiss, every tear, every heartbreak had led to this: a love built on trust, forgiveness, and the courage to begin again. And as they reached the corner where it had all started, Nora whispered, “I never imagined falling could feel like this.” Jaden smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “Neither did I,” he admitted. “But now I can’t imagine anything else.”

Miles away, on a luxury yacht— A man in a floral shirt stared at the feed, now washed into blue static. He blinked, then whistled low. “Well, someone’s got attitude.” He replayed the captured second of footage. Freeze frame. Blood-red sunset. A woman, hands crimson, standing among jagged rocks as a whale pod vanished in mist. Violence and mercy. Death and rebirth. “Mermaid?” He lowered his sunglasses, revealing amused, peach-blossom eyes. “No. That’s a siren.”

The water still. Rising still. Always. Whatever came.

“And we’re never going to stop. More children. More gatherings. More nights where you are completely destroyed and remade.” Lila, voice raw and eyes shining with peace, smiled softly between them. “I pray it never ends,” she whispered. The ocean whispered its eternal rhythm outside. Inside, the obsession burned brighter than the stars above — dark, filthy, loving, and everlasting. There was no end.

"What's that?" "While it's always the same, it's also always changing. The tide brings things in as well as steals things. Even the shape changes due to erosion. Coquina rock and shale are either covered or revealed. It's a changing constant." She smiled as she thought of his words. "Sounds like us this year." He kissed her forehead. "My private beach." The sun climbed with greater speed, it seemed, after that first break of dawn, and the pale rays of day replaced the dark night. It always took Faith's breath away. This proved there was a God, even if not what typical men thought.

What are you discussing? With wide, horrified eyes, Kai shakes his head. "I'm not sure. I was simply advised that. Watch out for the rising tides…they're coming for you.” Like a heavy cloud, the weight of his words descends upon me. Increasing tides? Destroying everything we value? In an attempt to make sense of it, my mind is racing. Before I can investigate further, however, Kai turns and dashes off into the distance, vanishing as fast as he emerges.

The humming of the reef, the rustle of the leaves, the distant laughter of the children, and the silent, silver trail of the ships. It was the infinite echo. It was the velvet horizon. It was home. And as the tide came in, washing away our footprints from the sand, I knew that it didn't matter if we were remembered by name. We were the soil. We were the salt. We were the peace. Forever.

None apart from this. The surging is this. The welling is this. The flashing is this. No separation. The emotion subsides. Joy fades. Sorrow eases. Anger cools. All within this. None apart from this. The fading is this. The easing is this. The cooling is this. No separation. Every rise is this. Every fall is this. Every peak is this. Every valley is this. Every middle is this. No separation. The light that is. The love that is.

Would she blend in? The lights ahead indicated shop windows, and Miro let out a rough breath. She squeezed the money pouch in her hand, intent on purchasing the right clothes to blend in. Miro passed a window with a large display of wooden boards. She recognized those—humans used them to ride the waves—as if that contraption made them feel like part of the ocean. Miro snorted in disgust. She hated the species. All they did was dump their waste in her seas, not caring about other living creatures. Over-fishing and raping the waters. That was the human way.