Long Time No Sea Novels & Stories

Eleonor realizes how small she is, how unstable she is, and how insignificant her existence has been. She sighs and leans against the fence, watching the calm sea waves meet the dark sky on the horizon. How long has she been there? Ten minutes? An hour? She can't tell. Time seems to be moving at a slow pace. The moon doesn't seem to want to go away, and the sun doesn't seem to want to rise. And what if it doesn't? Would it make any difference?

He mimed pulling a trigger, his hand gesturing toward his temple. Carlo’s expression darkened. After a moment’s pause, he asked, “How long until we reach the open sea?” Hudson checked his watch. “The captain says about 18 hours. It’s 2 a.m. now, so we should arrive by 8 p.m. tomorrow night.” Carlo exhaled smoke, his voice cold and detached. “Then we’ll do it tomorrow night. The sooner she’s gone, the better. I don’t want to see her again.”

Ever. -- [Mandate Seaside - 7PM] The sound of water crashing against the pier created a playlist of dark music to Tobias ears, coupled with the cries coming from Tino's mouth. The drive from Tino's place to this place is roughly twenty minutes, and they've spent nine minutes here. If Seraphina is not here by one more minute, then Tino loses a toe. Tobias sat on a chair close to the sea. His legs are inside the sea, and his long coat fell beside him, getting soaked by the water too as he waited.

The eighth time I caught Oscar Stanton in a hotel suite, he silently picked up the fruit knife from the nightstand and slashed his wrist eleven times. “Satisfied now?” Blood ran between his fingers and dripped onto the carpet. He looked at me as though I were a madwoman who had driven him to kill himself. I stood frozen, the toy gun still clenched in my hand. For a moment, everything felt strangely unreal. After all, the last time things had gotten this bad, I had kicked his mistress into a crocodile enclosure and demanded that he never see her again. In retaliation, he had buried my mother’s ashes beneath a public restroom. He laughed and said, In retaliation, he had buried my mother

Noah sat by the sea, wearing wet clothes and messy hair. Looking at the vast sea and the small village in the distance, he couldn't help but feel frustrated and upset about his recent experiences. They had arrived at the village where Rita's family was located, which they had learned about from the Civil Affairs Bureau, around noon today. It was a small fishing village that required a boat ride to get to, as it was surrounded by mountains on three sides and the sea on one side. Unfortunately, the usual passenger boat was broken and being repaired, so they had to take a local fisherman's boat to get across.

Labor began at 11:40 PM on a night when the Veridian Sea was completely calm. This was, Evelyn would later note, statistically unusual. The sea was almost never completely calm. Through the dirty, reinforced glass of the safehouse’s high windows, the distant water looked like a sheet of poured lead—motionless, heavy, reflecting nothing but the low, bruised belly of the clouds.

I looked at him. Smiling under tears. For the first time, really quiet. “I close the door.” Before he could hold me, I kissed him. Short. Desperate. And pushed me with the child in the arms backwards into the black water. Noah cried my name. Liam, too. Everybody. The sea slept. Ice. Darkness. Silence. And deep beneath me a house opened. Not the summer house. The first house. The house without time. The woman from the sea stood in the door.

Adrian’s POV “We are sorry, sir.” The words sounded the same every time. Empty. Powerless. This was the third group I had sent to search the sea. And this was the third time I was hearing the same thing. Nothing found. No body. No trace. No sign. I placed both hands on my desk. My head dropped forward. I stared at the wood beneath me. Two months. Two long months. “Two months have passed already, sir,” one of the men said carefully. “The sea changes everything. Currents move fast. Evidence disappears. We searched nearby islands. We spoke to fishermen. No one saw anything.”

" About you quitting your job?" " Oh yeah, I did." " Finally!!!....Halleluya!!!....Wait, when?" " A few hours ago." " Should I bring some goodies to celebrate you finally standing up for yourself, against that pig?" " I do stand up for myself." I defend myself, now frowning. " Mmm, you think you do but in actual fact, you are kind of a push over." " No I'm not!" " Skylar Grey, how long did it take for you to finally say no to that snobbish cousin of yours, Clarissa?"

His cheesy words had brought out the playful side of me; I wouldn't have chased him all around if not for that. I was done with all I needed to do and joined them. We had a hurried breakfast, none of us talked as we ate so we could be done on time. Quinn brought out the map and by his estimation, we were meant to get out of the echoing forest in the next three hours and get to the Sea of Death. Hopefully, we would cross it within an hour and get to the island before dusk. That was a good plan to me and we all moved forward. We got to the sea and I couldn't help but be amazed when we saw the magnitude. It was huge and I wondered who named it a sea. That was enough water to last three kingdoms