Line In The Sand Novels & Stories

Could it be… I looked at the pairs of feet before my face. At this moment, I could feel and hear the whispers of the wind. My sense of smell heightened like that of a werewolf, and of course, I was all too familiar with that fragrance—it belonged to Sky, Josh, Finn, and Quinn. Even before the fragrance hit my nose, I knew very well who they were. “Hello, leech,” Finn said, and they laughed. I wish I could punch his nose! But I couldn't, so I quietly picked up my book. When I got back on my feet, I fixed my gaze on the floor.

Pain drained the color from my face, and my whole body trembled. Seraphina kicked me in the face, so furious she looked as if she wanted to tear me to pieces. “Let me tell you this,” she shouted. “Forget toad eggs—even if Alaric told you and your parents to kneel and lick his shoes, you’d have to do it!” The slimy sensation of the toad eggs still clung to my mouth, making waves of nausea roll through me. My parents, Edward and Eleanor Blackwood, looked even worse, their faces deathly pale as they clutched the table and retched uncontrollably.

Something visible beneath it. Strain. Cost. A man holding a door shut with both hands. The door winning. "He says you know what I am," I said. Kael closed his eyes. One breath. When he opened them the gold was still there. Steadier than before. More real. Less possible to explain away as a trick of light. "Yes," he said quietly. "I do." --- I glanced past him. Above the tree line the moon hung pale in the afternoon sky. Not yet full.

Standing from his seat, he didn't question when her as she made her way across the sand and down to the water's edge, feeling it all around her. Serafina whispers into the breeze, her eyelids fluttering closed, and breathes in the briny aroma. Scrunching her toes, she felt the softness of the sand, still damp from the retreating tide. She wiggled as a shiver cascades down her spine and her eyes burst open. The sand blurs out in a blissful trance, the shore fading into liquid gold, vivid in the brilliant light. Her pale lips curving upward.

Harmattan came so fast this year. The wind kept on blowing dusts around. The weather was cold, my lips kept getting dry and I licked it at intervals. Sandra and I were taking a public transport to her parents home, Alex was already there waiting for us. "A lip gloss will help out than you licking it every seconds," Sandra said, glaring at me. I chuckled softly, watching her closely, one thing I noticed was that this lady keeps getting beautiful each day.

My toes wiggle in the cold, moist sand – it feels so soft against my skin. The sand spreads out, further and further, as far as I can see. It glistens as if a million stars have fallen from the heavens above and softly swallowed by the solid ground and now illuminates its light from below. One could mistake it for the calm sea, shining from the sun’s harsh rays. However, its soft grainy texture and its ability to hold me from falling prove that it is indeed sand.

Even when they just had to carry themselves, to walk through sand took a lot of energy. "Man, haha. That's a long-ass fuckin' voyage," Brenden said, slightly out of breath as they turned to walk parallel to the water's edge. From his pocket he produced his wireless speaker that he powered on and connected to his phone. A moment later, Nicki Minaj's 'Moment 4 Life' radiated through the air. "It is, but look!" Dillon replied as he held his hands out and gestured all around him at the beach. There were shells that glittered black, white, and every colour in between. Since it was low-tide, a lot of the good shells were exposed for a time.

Vivian said exasperatedly. “Can we start over then?” He said rubbing his cheek against hers. “Ewww! Don’t put sand all over me…” Vivian exclaimed. “First answer my question.” “Okay… okay… let us start over but if you put any more mud on me, I will call off the deal.” “This is no fun!” Sandilo said imitating Vivian. This made Vivian giggle and soon they both were rolling in the mud…

Astrapi was shouting something at her, but she could not hear him over the sound of the sandstorm. Her ears were filled with the shifting, sighing sand that felt as if it coated every inch of her. Beneath her scarf she licked her lips and her tongue came away coated with it. So far, Menos was more like the City of Sand than the City of Earth. Astrapi was still shouting and she turned her head, to see him, irritated as the tiniest exposed parts of her skin were strafed. He was holding up his arm and pointing at it.