Where The Ocean Meets The Sky I'll Be Sailing Novels & Stories

I’m on the dorm roof before I’m fully awake, barefoot, Hellebore Mist already humming across my back. The others are right behind me (no one needs to be told when the sky changes its mind). Above us, the bruised-twilight sky has split open in a perfect vertical line. Through it I can see the real Black Sea at midnight, black water lit from below by something ancient and angry. A single line of Deep Script burns across the water, visible even from here: COME HOME, DAUGHTER OF STORMS. Remy steps up beside me, braids loose in the wind, golden eyes reflecting the underwater glow.

KATERINA I'VE NEVER SEEN SO many shades of blue and green. The ocean is like a stained-glass painting, stretching for endless miles until the border merges with the cerulean sky, making it impossible to tell them apart. It's the most amazing thing I've ever seen. But I can't enjoy it, not with my heart wedged in my throat. "Are we almost there?" I yell over the buzz of the sea-plane's engine.

"Please don't cry… It hurts me to see you like this." Perhaps he had loved me, I thought. But it didn't matter now. We had already reached the point of no return. Rain lashed down at midnight, yet Gabriel was still outside. He didn't have an umbrella, and he didn't seek shelter from the rain. He just stood stubbornly in the storm. I looked at his soaked figure through the peephole. He had been just as drenched the day he pulled me out of the ocean. Even so, I held firm and didn't let him inside.

In the middle of the vast ocean when the sun still hasn't risen above the dark ashen sky. Sinking deep down into the ocean as one's conscience keeps getting fader. I tried to resist but ended in vain. Losing my hope I look at the sky with no will under my very eyes. Looking up I could see shipping vessels sinking slowly into the ocean as fire ravages the insides and outsides not giving a care if one's get burns to its fiery flame. The chaos that wraps around the ships is all just on top of me.

the next he knows they're at an ocean. Ossian looks at the ocean and then at Beauden "Son where are we?" Beauden attention is on Medusa. She's walking toward the water. "on the southwest Pacific Ocean in New Zealand." "Perfect place for a war. It's open and no place to hide." Larisa looks at her daughter, "Yes perfect."

Lily stood on the balcony of Rebel’s Southern California mansion. The hacienda-style architecture overlooked the Pacific Ocean. She leaned out over the balcony ledge, staring at the sea. The gentle rush of the tide rolling over the sand, coupled with the occasional squawk of seagulls in the distance, put her at ease. The sunset painted the soon-to-be night sky in various shades of orange, blue, and yellow as a cool saltwater breeze coated her face. She closed her eyes and took it all in. She’d never been to the ocean before. Hell, she could count the number of times she’d left Montana on one hand.

I decided to lighten the mood but also solve a burning question. “I have a question, and it’s been pissing me off all day,” I said. “Anything, what is it,” Skyler said eagerly. I went to River and sat in his lap. He looked in shock but he wrapped his arms around me. “What is that, it’s like the wind but it’s like salty? It’s been driving me insane,” I said, quite serious, and began sniffing his hair. He chuckled, with his whole body. “It’s the ocean, my mom went into labor while they were on vacation and we were literally born on the beach. The ocean is my favorite place to go.”

And with it, the chance-the chance to change the fate of the world. The sun had already climbed above the horizon when the ship, at last, left the harbor with a steady drift. The sea shimmered like silk under the morning light, the dark blue of the water a deep contrast to the golden clouds floating across the sky. The quiet hum of conversations blended with the crash of the waves and the creaking of the rigging. Sky stood by the railing, her hands gripping the cold metal tightly. The ship's movement calmed her, and yet excitement churned deep in her stomach.

“You can't say no to a Jack Saunders party.” “He would definitely be a hard man to say 'no' to.” I turned to look out at the water again. I loved the way the blue of the sky melded with the blue of the water, obscuring the horizon. I wanted the ocean to go on for forever, and I liked the illusion that it did.

A massive, green beam of light erupted from the ocean floor, hitting the sky. The clouds began to turn into leaves. "Why is the sky growing?" Leo asked. The woman on the boat pointed up. "Because the Earth is finally going to breathe," she said. "And it starts by exhaling you." The ocean beneath us began to rise. Not a wave. A mountain. What is the 'Harvest' actually collecting?