Writing Prompt

In the hazy place between sleep and awake, I hear the rushing of water calling my name. It thrashes and lashes at the edges of my consciousness the longer I ignore the siren song.

I gasp sitting up, drenched in both sweat and the muddled morning light of my bedroom like a reanimated corpse.

My white cat simply emits a noise of annoyed apathy from the foot of my bed, very much used to and over ...

The ocean was a scary place. Scary and dangerous. At least, thats what they all said. I didn’t believe them though. I was standing on the beach, feeling the wind wip my hair, listening to the waves wash up close to my feet. I stepped closer to the water, feeling the freezing liquid wrap around my feet. For a moment, it stung and I winced. After I got used to it, the stung went away. I stepped in d...

**As I creeped up to the towering stone walls blocking access to the ocean, I smiled at the soft snores echoing from the guard passed out in his chair. The moon was full and the sky was glittered with stars. After nearly a year of training, it was finally time to scale this wall to find out the truth about the ocean. **

**The government called it terrifying and claimed it prohibited for as long a...

I picked up a shell, swirled and conical, and examined it for a moment before tossing it into the surf and walking on along the beach. The ocean often turned up these treasures for our amazement, but in its depths it held old and dangerous secrets. It has been long since anybody has ventured to cross the great water, and people rarely even ventured further than the fishing waters. There was a f...

The sea had always unsettled him.

Even now—before the fall—he could taste the salt thick in the air, feel the spray clinging to his skin. The ship rocked beneath his feet, the groan of wood swallowed by the endless crash of waves against the hull. A sound too much like a hungry thing.

Then—chaos.

Cold slams into him as he plunges into the water. The impact knocks the breath from his lungs, turn...

A tremble dances down my spine. The water laps at my toes, sending an unpleasant chill throughout my body. Is it the cold? Is that why they consider this to be terrifying? I turn my head toward the bright sand, twinkling under the radiant sun, utterly vacant. The wind kisses my cheeks and plays with my hair. i take a step into the water. Cold. And yet, i do not walk away. I do not run, or cower, i...

Slowly, cautiously, I dipped my toe into the water. I gasped quietly at the freezing cold. I wanted to withdraw, but I pushed myself to fully step into the water. The small waves licked at my feet, and I had to suppress my giggle. I couldn't risk being heard. The punishment for even touching the ocean was unimaginably strict. Everyone said that the ocean was a dangerous place. That anyone who dare...

I always liked the ocean

Didnt see the reason

to run and hide

as if to be sentenced to treason

I liked the way the waves crashes

Sounding like a firm high five

I liked the water splashing around my feet

Swarming like a bee hive

I always liked the ocean

the gentle salty mist

The tickles on my toes

and the unrelenting bliss

I didn’t see why it was bashed

I always liked the ocean

the peace and quiet ...

The first thing I noticed was the frothy foam, it took a while before I allowed it to gently caress my feet. I guess this is what initially reassured me that it was going to be fine, that, really, this creature was friendly, after all. It was at that point that I noticed it was beckoning me. I could feel my fear seeping into the effervescent water as it left my body. Was it wrong? Was it reckless ...

It is said by the elders that when the wind blows, somewhere in the world someone will die soon. And the wind was blowing hard as Devon stood on a cliff, overlooking the sea crashing against the cliff.

Fortunately for him, Devon did not believe in omens.

“So you’re doing it, then.” Behind him, Devon’s friend Cat sat on a boulder, watching his best friend prepare for his plunge.

“Yes.”

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