Tired Tired Sea Novels & Stories

How loved, I’d felt giving into him. Now I wasn’t sure of anything. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head closer to my knees. It had to be exhaustion, I just hadn’t taken the time to rest. That was the reason that I was seeing things that I knew couldn’t exist. His eyes didn’t change colors during sex. The sex shop owner, Sin. He didn’t have sharp teeth. I was just too tired from my vacation and diving straight into a date with Kane. That had to be it. “Sarah,” I could hear the worry in his voice as he crouched down in front of me. Tilting my head up so I could look at him. I watched Kane twist the lid off a bottle of water before handing it to me. “Drink this, baby.”

Alaria: I was tired. It was a long day, but I wasn't complaining about that. It was not the kind of tired that could be slept away. The kind that clung to your bones, heavy and unshakable. And it was starting to get on my nerves. In a way that I couldn't even describe or talk about, mostly because I didn't even know how to voice it out. Or maybe I did, I just didn't think that it would be worth the trouble.

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

Tano stepped beside her and gasped. “I just saw my mother,” he whispered. “She died before I could speak. But in there... she held me.” Esi’s throat tightened. > “This sea doesn’t remember what was.” > “It remembers what we could have believed.” --- They made camp on the edge of the impossible sea. Esi carved a ring of salt and ink into the sand, keeping time at bay. Tano stayed silent most of the evening, sketching symbols into his drum. “I think it’s not just memory that this sea reflects,” he said.

Meanwhile, Seafeema, 20 years old and possessing an enchanting blend of white with silver accents on her tail and fins, is hopeful to find a bonded pair who will see past her facial features and appreciate the beauty within. As the group ventures closer to Tritania, their individual dreams and aspirations merge with the challenges and uncertainties of their journey. They have endured countless trials and hardships, their bodies bearing the marks of injuries sustained along the way. The polluted waters they traversed have taken a toll on their health, resulting in infections that further drain their energy. The once invigorating atmosphere, though still cold by most standards, now feels oppre

And this time, it slept to the sound of the sea. --- -----------------

Eva's heart pounded wildly. She tried hard to calm herself down as she looked down into the sea. She could not see anyone. It was as if nothing had happened. A long time later, she slowly turned around and said, "Farewell, Lucy Quinn! You deserved it!" Her eyes gleamed maliciously.

The wind played smoothly with the leaves as it rustled a humming tune of peace. The boats sailed away as the waves danced alluringly while crashing against the rocks. The black inky sky slowly smiled in joy as its color gradually changed to the hue of morning orange. The next morning I woke up sore. Yes, Jason had tired me last night. He was like a beast who was hell-bent on finding all of my sweet spots. I was exhausted but he still wasn't done with me. He has the stamina of a beast. Jeez!

I was still busy listening to them talk when the scene in my dream changed, making me get confused because it felt as if I was in a game being controlled just so I could find out something and win this round, but the thing is, I don’t know what I should find out because I’m so lost, I didn’t know what was happening, and I didn’t know who the fuck Sea really is. “There you are!” I heard a familiar voice say, making me turn around and I felt kind of happy seeing Sea smiling at me as she was approaching me. They were right. About Sea being so cheerful. She was like the sun that gives light to everybody around her, but I can see right through her so easily, it felt as if I’ve known her ever sinc

"What the hell is this?" In the photo, a black burlap sack had been cut halfway open, revealing a corpse swollen and deformed from the seawater. The face was blurred out, but the exposed skin was a ghastly, bloated white. The limbs were stiff and twisted at unnatural angles. A white bridal gown clung to the body, its hem rotted beyond recognition, though the tiny gemstones still caught the light of the camera with a cold glint.