Seaglass Cottage Novels & Stories

She added again, after getting no reply from us. "Hurry up, I don't want us to still remain here by sundown. It's so odd that we never came across any of the septic." Over the past few days, I realized they only came out at night. We could see the coarse, unevenly sized grey stones that made up the walls. As we got closer, the occasional flash of colour- some black, others blue or green, emerged from the gray stone that looked like eyes trying to steal a glimpse of the world. The cottage hunkered low like a child in the element, trying to keep warm. Yet it looked alive and welcoming, with a thin silver trail, coming from the crooked stone chimney.

He called out as he fixed himself a cup of coffee. The Cottage was a large one with five rooms and bathrooms. It was built on the only highest solid ground on the island. Daphne had told me that it was called the Cage Cottage by the townspeople. Due to the location of the place, aquaculture was what brought in the income. "Milk and raspberries!" Daphne yelled from her room. "Ditto!" Simon yelled back and downed his coffee in a few gulps. He nodded at me and walked to where he took his coat. He put it on his plain blue buttoned up shirt and corduroy trousers before opening the door to leave.

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I chuckled and pulled up my laughing mate. “Ok. So the names are really weird and I am guessing that rooms will be crazier, right ?” Kai said. “Not crazier than the fact that a part of the cottage touches the bottom of the lake and you can see everything inside the lake,” I simply said. “What ?! That’s crazy ! How come the place is not flooded ?” he asked in astonishment. “Because my dear mate, the house has been separated from the lake by dragon glass and no power of God can break that thing,” I explained.

I’ll need them after stomping around out here. When I break through the foliage I get my first sight of the Mermaid and I stop in my tracks. It’s not what I expected. I imagined an old rundown building that was practically falling in. But it’s nothing like that. It’s a white cottage with wooden shutters and bright flowers planted everywhere. There’s a hand-painted sign above the door that should look cheap but is actually charming. The walkway is lined with seashells, and smooth rocks lead up to the front steps. To the left and right of the main cottage are small boutique rooms that face the ocean. Large palm trees offer shade, and I can even spot a couple of hammocks in them. The beach here

I asked fearfully. “Safe Box,” he informed. “If there is a tsunami, cyclone or anything, you need to come down here,” he informed. “Come here and press this button, the roof will close. It is airtight and watertight. The glass is practically unbreakable, so, even if the entire cottage falls on it, it will not break, okay?” I looked at it impressed. “What are these for?” I pointed a few switches.

Neel thinks. Suddenly the car stopped. They get out and keep walking until they find the cottage. Rain has stopped then. Anybody can say the cottage has been abandoned for a long time now by the look of it. There have been hill grasses all around it. It seems as if not even a single trace of somebody has been here for years. "It does look spooky." Neel says. "I told you, you won't like it." She replies. She stares at the cottage as if she got lost in some flashbacks. She startles when Neel says, "what are you looking at? Let's go inside."

A New Beginning Upon her arrival, Hema rented a modest, whitewashed cottage perched on a gentle hill overlooking the Arabian Sea. The cottage, with its terracotta-tiled roof and blue wooden shutters, exuded a rustic charm. A small veranda adorned with potted jasmine plants became her favorite spot, where she would sit for hours, feeling the sea breeze and listening to the distant calls of fishermen.

Even though I had not smiled or reacted much to her stories, she understood from my eyes that I enjoyed seeing her talk. As I parked the car outside the garage of the cottage, her eyes grew wide and she mumbled, “Wow!” “I know,” I said as I got out of the car, nodding at the view in front of us. The cottage was moderately big, two storeys, standing on a rigid foundation with a large porch out front and a balcony on the second floor hoisted on high columns. The walls and floors were made of the best Brazilian hardwood and the roofing with cedar shingles. At the side of the wide entrance on the porch was a small seating area with a barbecue in one corner.