Long Time No Sea Novels & Stories

Try not to kill anyone for at least a week. "I’ll try," I laughed. I helped Delia onto the boat. She sat at the back, letting her fingers trail in the crystal-clear water. I took the wheel, feeling the power of the engines hum through the floorboards. I steered us away from the dock, watching Matteo grow smaller and smaller until he was just a speck against the white buildings. The trip to the island took forty minutes. The Aegean Sea was a deep, impossible blue. There were no sirens here. No screeching tires.

Grandma is far too trusting of strangers. She can strike up a conversation with anyone and casually tell them all about our family. She always says, "There aren't that many bad people in the world." During summer break, she takes my younger brother, Theo, and me swimming. After she entrusts Theo to a lifeguard to take him to the men’s restroom, my five-year-old brother is abducted and sold. However, Grandma tells my parents that I deliberately made him disappear because I want to take his place and stay in the city. My parents get a divorce because of it. They had already left me behind in the countryside, and now neither of them is willing to take me with them. As I chase after my mo

The day my daughter was fighting for her life, my wife, Shirley Hartley, was busy helping her childhood friend Oliver Burke get married. I called seventeen times. On my eighteenth try, she finally picked up. "Shirley, Nyssa's getting worse. The doctor says she needs life support now. They want twenty grand upfront. Where's the money?" Her voice turned ice-cold. "I used it. Oliver's wedding is coming up, and that stuff costs money. I'm not letting his fiancée's family look down on him. "Nyssa just has asthma, right? She coughs a little and suddenly they want twenty grand? Sounds like a scam." Nyssa lay in the hospital bed, her tiny face ghost-pale. Her eyes slowly opened. "Daddy, I wa

Love felt like risk. Out past the edge, I watched the water stretch on, flat and wide. My fingers brushed the wet off my face, slow, quiet. No blame there, just motion - wave after wave doing what they always do. Steady. Unhurried. Much like minutes piling up when nobody's looking. Each one slipping by while contracts wait, cold and exact. Six months used to seem endless. Thump by thump, it started to match a pulse. Out there, my words shook as I spoke to the sea - raw, unsteady. The water listened without answering.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

"I asked the guards to return to the Morano estate. They're on their way back now." Luca was surprised. "Why? What about you? Will you return with them? Where are you?" "The next road leads to a sea. Not a river. A full damn sea. And luckily we came across only one traveler boat. But a seat reserved for one person to cross. It'll take three days. Three days, Luca, I learnt boat passes the sea twice in a year. I'm indeed lucky to come across the boat ." His voice dropped, eerie and haunted. "We didn't meet a single soul along the road. Just… animals. Insects. Like the place was abandoned by time."

The man looked at the water. “Because she sings at night.” Silence. Then he just left. Without further explanation. The crossing took two hours. But no one could remember how the time had passed. Mara looked at the clock. 15:12. Then back to the sea. And suddenly it was 4:47. Almost one and a half hours were missing. Jonas also noticed it. “Did you sleep?” No one had. Eva's got a big deal. “It begins to postpone memories.”

“Then it should be as Byron said. Because there’s no way that-” “If you’re implying that my grandfather is dead then you’re wrong.” Trei chucked as he watches our face contorting in confusion. “You see, unlike humans, pure sea people live for a very VERY long time.” Then, with his eyes focused on Byron and I, he said, “And, he is definitely looking foward to see the both of you.”

Serena took the card and thanked Andrius profusely, giving him a deep look before quickly leaving. As soon as she left, Noir and the others arrived. Noir reported, “Andy, I’ve gotten a ship, but we’re missing a guide.” Andrius frowned. That was indeed a problem. The Lycantroops were used to fighting on the western border and were familiar with mountains and even snowy terrain, but the sea... It was completely different from on land. They had no experience. Andrius asked, “Do you have a suitable candidate?” “Yep!” Noir said, “I’ve found out there’s a local expert in Hillsea City known as ‘The Navigator’ who’s very familiar with the sea routes. However, he’s currently being detained by the pol