Nautilus Poem Novels & Stories

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills,

“Let’s see it.” I turned the paper over, and revealed the poem scrawled in pencil on the back. Down the streets of woodland black I wander, earth to hearse In every tree I see a wave A looming tidal curse On the cusp of something greater Stood ankle-deep in floodwater Stagnant pools of brown and red The onslaught is coming; I dread For each dark night and each pearl day The mist does clear too soon The floodplain is drown’d again The water, torn from its ocean womb

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said-"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away." P.B Shelley

Something warm trickled out, but she was too numb to care. Natalie's words echoed like a curse, looping endlessly in her mind. It was impossible to mute them out. The floor beneath Anathea's feet seemed to turn into quicksand, pulling her down with a heavy force. It felt as though countless hands were grabbing her by the ankles, slowly dragging her deeper and deeper into an endless abyss.

“I have always wondered if Ken got tricked into buying something else.” “It really contains love poems. Would you like me to read a couple of them?” Mary asked. “Would you?” Anna asked with eyes full of wonder. “It would be my pleasure,” Mary said and turned to the first poem in the book. “A whisper of the heart,” she read the title. “In the darkness of the night, Even as the stars have abandoned us, Even as the moon hides it face, You can still hear it, A faint whisper, A whisper that grows stronger With every beat of my heart.

'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight. Nneoma read the poem, her voice smooth and steady. I gaze up the night sky What meet my gaze? Myriads of shinning stars They shine like iridescent diamonds Diamonds of sublime beauty They twinkle and shine, twinkle and shine. Giving light to all nocturnal creatures The brilliant stars tell me Tales of life yonder They tell me of great meadows With yew trees, yew trees with amber Fruits, of azure rivers ever flowing Of golden fishes ever swimming

The melody was full of hope and inspiration, and the rhythm fit in surprisingly well with the words of the poem. “In the stillness of the night, In the distance, there’s a light. The horizon’s brightly shining Its luminous glow blinding Why's the sun shining so bright? Because it is with all its might, Trying to conceal Del Cealus from us, But I’ll soon be there to set the people free As long as the sunlight never dims. I will now sail through the sky; Soon Del Cealus shall be found And be brought down from up high I’m taking along with me

They simply un-blurred from the background radiation of space, just past the orbit of Titan. ​They were beautiful and terrifying. They didn't look like ships at all, but like gargantuan, translucent Nautilus shells carved from frozen starlight. There were no visible engines, no weapons, no cold-processing arrays. They hummed with a frequency that was so deep it made the Respiration’s ironwood hull weep a sweet-smelling resin.

The figure swims with a fish-like tail with sparkling white scales, bringing Nathania to the surface with the bright light that surrounds it. Nathania felt that her body was very light. She did not know, where this half fish woman was going to take her. She didn't care, Nathania hoped, this woman would take her to where Nathan was. "Where are you taking me? is it to heaven? can you take me to where Nathan is?" ***

I woke up and wondered where I was for a few minutes when I felt a weight beside me. The night before quickly came back to me. I opened my eyes and found Nathaniel on top of the covers. He’d kept his promise and not trapped me even though I had fallen asleep in his arms. It was strange to see him like this. It almost looked like he was just sleeping.