Pearl In The Sand Novels & Stories

One smile and she knew that man was a goner. "You’ll be going straight to Lord Bernie then?" Ashlan and Pearl were both merchants in a way. Except Pearl sells mythical creatures and he sells fresh bread and some magical totems. It was a strange combination, of course, just like his shop. It was amazing and creepy at the same time. It was the kind of shop you wondered about, that you felt your soles move toward as if there upon a shelf was a piece of your own life puzzle.

She is already miles away from me. She climbs the stairs, her footsteps light, almost skipping. The sound fades as she turns down her hallway. A distant door clicks shut. The house settles back into its profound, watchful silence. I unlock my fist. The pearl earring sits in my sweat-damp palm, gleaming dully in the sliver of moonlight that cuts through the library window. I am a ghost. A curator of relics. A keeper of a single, lost pearl from a pair that will never be whole for me again.

The surface looked rough, with the hills and valleys ingrained on the outside. Her fingers grazed over the uneven reflective exterior, flipping it over, noticing there was a crevasse in between the top and bottom. She slowly pried the two halves apart to find a pink pearl cushioned in the center. “Whoa.” The quarter sized, silky smooth pearl felt amazing between her fingers. It was so pure, so flawless, that she could even see her reflection along the curvature. Three packages remained on the coffee table. Jack shuffled them around, pushing two towards Claire. She instinctively reached for the third and got it before Jack could stop her.

Darling, I call on to thee, In respect to your fee. Pressure is off the table, Which makes me unable. You are special, you see, And I have to play my cards right, Though that does not give You the freedom of manoeuvre. Ties that bind, Makes the situation tight. I want you all to myself, But you’ve to respect, I work with dust. Forget the words of mummy dearest, You are in too deep. And my dust has already worked

FELYNDRA I’d been in endless darkness. I kept falling, but I never reached the bottom. Light was far from me. I could hear whispers and voices, but when I spoke, it was as if I never did. Like something was blocking my voice until a golden string fell into the pit. It spiralled down towards me, and for a long time, it couldn’t reach me. Just when I was about to give gravity authority over my body, I saw something glow in the dark. It was familiar. As I looked longer, I was reminded of what it was. A pearl. The string appeared again. This time around, it was more glowing than before and pulsated like it had life.

I watch in awe as a large, shimmering pearl appears in her hands, its size akin to that of a basketball. The pearl glimmers under the faint light, reflecting hues of blue and purple. I can smell a faint, salty scent emanating from it, reminding me of the ocean. Her eyes meet mine, and she urges me to watch my life unfold before my very eyes. I feel a sense of anticipation and nervousness, not knowing what to expect.

She looked up at the sky, noticing the sun had almost disappeared. Slowly, but carefully, she stood, trying as much as possible to not make a noise. But she didn't realize there was a huge rock in front of her, making her stumble and almost losing her footing. The footsteps were getting closer. Heart pounding in her chest, Pearl crouched low and grabbed the rock with both hands. Her fingers trembled, slick with sweat. And with a silent prayer, she hurled it as far as she could in the opposite direction, praying they'd chase the noise, and not her.

For a moment, it was just a family on a beach, no aliases, no syndicates, no ghosts. Later, they sat together on a blanket as Pearl nibbled cookies and traced shapes in the sand with her fingers. “Can we come back tomorrow?” she asked, licking sugar from her thumb. “We can come every day,” Ava said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Pearl’s ear. “As much as you want.” Pearl beamed. When she wandered back toward the shore to skip rocks, Ava stood quietly, pulling the old burner phone from the pocket of her jacket. It was scratched and chipped, a relic from a life she no longer claimed.

In Biology this afternoon, Ms. Grace was walking back and forth, explaining another theory. "A pearl is formed in an oyster when a foreign object, like a grain of sand, is stuck in its shell," she said. "The oyster is in great pain, but if the object doesn't kill her, nature covers the object with the oozing that forms into a pearl."

“Does this have any pearl in it?” Nathan frowns as he picks up a seashell. Halsey laughs and shakes head. “Pearls are made by oysters not seashells!” She tells him. Nathan makes a face and drops the pink shell. It’s past noon and they’re still at the beach, randomly roaming around. For once, Halsey feels a lot free and lighthearted. Nathan brought her to the beach because he didn’t want to be alone nor did he want his friends to see him in that state. So he’s making her accompany him for a while.