Closed eyes hid the hue of electric blue I'd been dreaming about. She was languid and calm, and she held from me the voice I knew was wavering in her throat right now. Her skin was holding a much calmer shade of blue than her eyes, though. It was a comfort and a gift from the eery moon above, and the silence stretched unlike before in the car. Travelling with her felt momentous. It didn't feel like it would ever break or falter. That certitude made me feel ceaselessly intoxicated. In my element, I stood to pause the whirling of the world, ashamed I'd forgotten why I was here. Now, I wondered if she was frightened of the cold whisking her away from me. I knew I would have been.
The tendrils of the beast, though cooling my skin as they were, pushed the serenity of comfort onto my features, as if greeting me as an old friend as soon as I knew she was happy in this second: a moment that is so, unfortunately, ending. My breath skims my chapped lips in the midst of a heaving breath, and I miss her hot pressure above my chin.
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I, too, knew how it felt to have your mind fill in the blanks for you, and rarely ever be correct. The sensation of worry ebbed away with the seafoam, and now the only green within a mile was safe behind my eyelids. It felt good to know that if she craved that shade of green, I would be her only relief. We'd stare into each other's eyes like we had done so many times previous and time would be the only thing to remove the comfort. Everything good had to come to an end as the sun rose, and she still hadn't said a word to me since the car ride here. Speaking of her without using her name felt false and wrong, but I wasn't sure if I could stop myself from sobbing if I even heard that name uttered aloud. The sympathy that hung proudly in the sky before, was withdrawn gently. She had to wake up sometime, and I'd rather be the one to do so, rather than our mutual enemy; the
The sea rats came closer and closer by the second. My heart was pounding really hard and I had butterflies in my stomach! I was running out of ideas to get out of the lantern room and looked around helplessly and my eyes grew wide when I saw the one opportunity and hope in our lives.
This story is about the relationship between two brothers and how they faced certain obstacles. Since the narrator is also Sonny’s brother, there are definitely some advantages the narrator has considering he is telling both his story and Sonny’s. But if it were between Sonny and his brother to narrate this story, I would easily choose his brother. Sonny would be a very unreliable narrator considering his heroin addiction. Sonny’s brother, the narrator, can offer us a glimpse of both his own life and of Sonny's.
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
We set out early the next day just as dawn awoke to light our way. We wanted to put distance between us and the island of the cyclops. I had thought that the ram I had sacrificed the night before had brought us good fortune, but I was to be proven wrong. The sea glittered like millions of lustrous jewels all dancing in the placid waves of the ocean. The ocean seemed to lap at the boats, encouraging them to sail faster towards the distant lands. Wisps of white fluffy clouds streaked the light blue sky as if a painter had lazily taken his brush and dabbed it in a few places; it seemed accidental, but in reality it created a master peace. The fresh sea breeze blew in our faces along with gusts of wind that danced in the air and propelled the boats on; it seemed to beckon us to explore the ocean. It was one of the days that seemed as though nothing
Adrenaline Orb —On the days we have to park far away from our house, because there aren't any spots, I hope for clear skies. We get a lot of storms here, so on those days, when it's raining, I run home, trying not to get wet. Berry Juice — In our backyard we have raspberry plants. They are small, and the berries aren't worth eating.
Here, in my white rose garden, I kiss plucked petals that have ripened with time: for their beauty still remains in memory. Here, in my white rose garden, I stargaze under the pale moon's warm light: he who's magic helps my roses bloom. Though innocence prevails, one cannot prevent, those sharp thorns that taint our roses with ruby red blood.
So, the state of the night cleared up, I can continue. I'm looking into the sky and I'm lying on the grass, which is a little strange because grass is not, as it were, the most abundant of materials in this place. I'm lying on a small patch of such grass that is surrounded on all sides by sand. In the distance I can hear the sea and its crashing against the beach and I worry about all the poor little creatures caught in it.
“Hey, Eva,” Angelo greets me, decked in his usual attire of a black suit with matching waistcoat. Tonight, he wears his blue tie, the one matching his eyes. Despite my knowledge of his courtship with Alice, I still find myself mesmerised within those sensuous blue pools. Can she ever forgive me for being infatuated with her boyfriend?
I was cradled up in the corner all wet and damp, with my face covered in dirt and bruises when she passed by. I shield my injured face from her view, feeling unworthy to be noticed by such a beauty. As the clicking of her heels became louder, the mixed emotions of fear and hope took over me. I peeked through my fingers only to be greeted with the earnest expression on her face near mine when her eyes met mines. I was drowning in the
The breeze pushed my hair behind my ears. The water rippled as I stared down into the empty ocean, dreaming of a fish. My legs felt like jello and my hands were shaking. I was sweating in my heavy-duty rain gear. I had been standing in the corner holding my fishing pole for what felt like hours.
As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
I cautiously step out of the stuffy car in which I had been confined in for the past 8 hours and stretch my achy legs after the long journey. I take slow steps towards the beach that was beckoning me to its shore. The grainy sand crunches beneath my feet as I wander along the edge of the water, my feet sink in with every step, and as the water retracts, it pulls the sand out from under my feet and back into the shimmering swells. I lay down my towel as a soft breeze flows past and twists it in the air.
The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few minutes to treasure the moment of silence and peace. As my girlfriend and I got out of the car to get ready for the picnic, she happened to be distracted by the water; a rhythmic ongoing resemblance of rhythm in her heart. The water was clam and beautiful in every aspect. To me she was like a wave, never stooping to catch attention or go unnoticed. Before doing anything else, we began setting up the picnic. By the time we ware done, her temptation was unbearable and was finally unable to overcome it, consequently she eagerly ran towards the water pulling me right behind her. Each step was like an imprint in my heart, a fossil that would always remain the same and special inside me forever.
Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldn’t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. “Emily!” I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. “Come here and see this! Mommy found something.” Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didn’t know it would change my life forever.
The loud grumbling noise from the ferry boat reminded me of a car’s engine complaining of old age. Most people around us took no notice of it and went about relaxing and enjoying their time. The soft rocking of the boat made my stomach squeaky and my head dizzy. I felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension since that was our first trip as a married couple to an unfamiliar island. As I looked outside the window, I saw the blue ocean glistening in the sunshine like tiny crystals. I looked up to the sky and saw no trace of a cloud. “This would be a beautiful day”, I thought to myself. Suddenly, a deep friendly voice overhead announced we were about to reach our destination.