Line In The Sand Novels & Stories

I replied, and stilled. The scarfed man did likewise. “Stop!” He called out to the others. “What?” The bearded man asked. “The sand moved,” the scarfed man replied. “The sand always moves,” the woman replied. The sand shifted, rising up, and then settling down, as if something large had moved up and then gone down again. “Admittedly, not like that,” she amended drawing her wickedly hooked knives. With a deafening screech, something horrifying surged out of the sand, seized a mouthful of my skeletons, before diving back into the sand as if it were water, scattering bones in its wake.

The items in her bag included her outfit, cloth for the table, the crystal ball and other accessories. What wasn't exciting was the waiting. It had been almost an hour and no one had dropped by in Galaxy's inner eye—Madame V and Jules couldn't blame them. The theme for this year's festival was a mixture of space and the mad hatter hence the lack of people. Why would anyone come here when there were so much better things happening out there? Jules had repeated this a lot to Venus, but from the casual way she examined her nails while she filed them indicated that she was not worried. "Relax, Jules. We just need one person," she snapped her fingers "then just like that we are going to be floode

Aliyah's POV The world had narrowed to the thin strip in my hand. Two lines. Dark. Certain. The wet sand clung to my knees, the cold soaking through the thin fabric of my pants, but I barely felt it. The ocean roared somewhere beyond me, steady and merciless, like it knew something I didn’t want to admit. I stared until the lines blurred. My fingers trembled. I couldn’t breathe properly—the air felt thick, useless. A shadow moved over me.

Jenny gave the girl a swift kick and scolded her for her cluelessness. "I need to hit the restroom." I stood up slowly, not wanting to make a scene, just trying to save face for us both. Alice shot me a look, then Yoel, but she did not come after me. When I returned, everyone was lounging on the beach, full and content. Yoel and Alice were cozied up next to each other, their closeness speaking volumes. I quietly grabbed a seat off to the side, keeping to myself.

“I have been along here over different seasons, and there seems to be none that roughens this ocean.” “I can see why Estreau wants so very much to colonize here,” Thaelen commented before leading the way up the beach, from the wet, firm sand, to where it crumbled into fine granules underfoot and was heated almost beyond tolerance by the sun. When they reached the base of the sandhills, they sat to dust as much sand from their feet as they could, and rolled down their trousers, trapping the cuffs inside their knee-high boots.

Princess Golder’s Point Of View Prince Simon and I walked along the sandy beach, hand in hand, the sun setting in the distance. The waves crashed against the shore, creating a soothing melody that filled the air. The breeze was cool against our skin, and the sand was warm beneath our feet.

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The next day, Sandra was craving for the noddles that a restaurant used to make in the neighborhood where she lived before. So, she took out her bicycle and went down the road. As she reached the main road she found a big line of cars on the road. It seemed like there was an accident and now the road was blocked. The police was trying to make the way clear but still it seemed like it will take a lot of time. The other road was empty and as she passed through the line of cars, her eyes fell on car that belonged to Yu. She stopped and got out of her bicycle. She crossed the road and stood next to the car as she knocked on the glass.

Sands hiking on their feet as they sway them gently. The atmosphere is heavy. They halt their stroll above the sands as one of them shut its gaze. It was time. The white beast engaged while I stand to incline my feet to stomp the sands before I boost my weight forth to crash. The white beast swivel to strike her tail onto mine as the sands glide high from her drift. I slammed and slid to the east then rise her up to strike back. She roared and then our opponent arced her body once more but this time we evade her strikes flawlessly like flowing with the tide.

"Your marriage is literally falling apart, and you don’t seem to care." "Of course I care. I’m just giving her the space she asked for," Sinjin protested. "She doesn’t need space. She just wants to know that..." Sande’s voice trailed off as she sniffed the air. "Was a woman here earlier?" "Yes," Sinjin replied, looking confused. "How did you know?" "Dreamweaver," Sande muttered. "One of the ingredients is Gardenias. It costs a fortune for a tiny bottle. Who was here?"

I walked over to the long line of glass mirrors hanging above the perimeter sinks, my hands trembling as I reached down to fix the hem of my twisted skirt and pull my oversized sweater back down over my hips. I looked up at my reflection, my breath catching instantly in my throat. I reached down, my shaking fingers pulling the waistband of my skirt slightly to the side. Right there, forming directly over my pale hip bone, was a dark, deep purple mark. It was shaped perfectly by the heavy print of Leo's fingers, a brutal, undeniable brand burning into my skin where nobody else in this school would ever see it.