The Deep Blue Good-by Novels & Stories

> William: “The night sky looks almost the same as when we talked about your favorite color. Do you still like deep blue?” Evelyn read the message without rushing to reply. She simply smiled, then looked up at the sky. And slowly, she typed back: > “I still do. But this time, the blue feels calmer.”

My spirit was growing lighter, fainter, dissolving like morning mist. The debts of this life were settled. I turned and walked into the cycle of rebirth. The wind brushed past the headstone, carrying away the last trace of my presence. Claire. This life is over. We will never meet again.

Suffocation and water pressure squeezed me as if my lungs were about to burst. The mutated barracuda turned in the water. Its crimson eyes locked onto me. It whipped its body and shot toward me like a torpedo. I'm done. I closed my eyes. Just as the barracuda's teeth were about to bite through my neck, warmth surged out from inside me. A mechanical voice rang through my mind. [Ding! Host has come into contact with Calamity Water. Deep Blue Survival System activated!] [Ding! First activation bonus granted: one Extraordinary Sequence lottery draw.]

00:30:00 00:29:59 "Say goodbye to your legacy, Elena," Gideon whispered. "Because the moment your husband opens that vault door in Manhattan, he's going to detonate the charges on his own sons right here in Brooklyn."

“So, goodbye Robert Blakeney . . . my friend . . . my father. I’ll miss you.” “Bye, Mr. Blakeney,” said Tres. Svetlana smiled warmly, her ice-blue eyes welling with tears. “Goodbye, Director Blakeney.” “Bye, Mr. Blakeney,” Christian echoed. Eliza sniffed once and wiped away her tears. “Goodbye, Mr. Blakeney.”

Brandon's voice broke as he cried out behind me, "Jocelyn, please don't leave me! I know I messed everything up! Just give me one last chance to make it right… I swear, I'll treat you right…" I let out one last cold laugh and cut him off. "Do you know something? In those three years when you were watching the northern lights with Alanna, it was Dwayne who cleaned me up. "When you were off chasing sunrises in the mountains with her, it was still Dwayne holding me, helping me recover after losing my baby. "So do you understand now? Once some things are broken, they stay broken. There's no fixing them, no forgiveness." Dwayne and I walked away without looking back.

Blue : I'm getting skinny I cupped her face and kissed her passionately Me: I love you Blue : I love you too Me: and you're pretty Queen Blue She chuckled I pulled her and we fell on the bed Me: I wanna go back to Edinburgh soon Blue : ohhh, when Me : on Wednesday Blue : that's the same day mother's going to Neptune City Me: why Blue : her reasons Me: I heard Gladys is in coma too Blue : that's a relief but why is everyone going into coma Me: I'm not in coma She chuckled and hugged me Blue : I'm going to miss you Me: oh no you're going with me Blue : really Me: yeah, maybe Cindy and Audrey could come and keep you company Blue : will you be too busy for me Me: no, it's just that I might start

And those eyes were as dark as the deepest ocean. “Guaca-mooleeeee!” David sighed. Clearly Duchess had an agenda, if not a self-destructive one. “Sorry, Duchess. No can do.” He tapped open his phone and scanned through the photos Sienna had taken the last few hours. A few seagulls, water shots that indicated fish near the surface. Lots of seaweed and a few dolphins keeping pace with Blue Blood. “Well, I guess I’ve been replaced.” Bonnie stopped beside the table and planted her hands on her hips. “Duchess, you’re in my seat.”

The "Total Deletion" of the Deep Web was not a sudden explosion; it was a "Bleaching" of the soul. As the Merchant-Moderator unleashed its "Formatting Frequency," the vibrant, violet-gold lilies of Kaelen’s "Crystalline Garden" began to fade into a flat, scentless grey. The mercury-sea turned into a solid, white-glass floor, and the "Failed Protagonists" unwove into streams of "Neutralized Code."

“All good now.” Hand in hand, we head to our next destination. The skies are darker, the streets awake and illuminated by the tall street lights. On another corner with an open space, there’s a bench. A small crowd has gathered in front of the bench. Calum stops. “This is it.” * * * * * A/N: Blue Story is a real movie. You can check it out if you like.