The Water That Never Dies

Drowning in a sea of black

It was August of 2016, People were leaving their homes and abandoning most the Netherlands, the provinces of North and South Holland were clearing out as reports of a big storm were coming through on news stations. People didn't give it a name, but news of "the storm" striked fear into everyone's hearts. Well, that was before all this hell decided to find its way to me.

Den Haag, Netherlands, 04:00, 2040, Dec 21st (present day). I was pouring cheap store bought tea I had prepared for a young man by the name of Alan Von Hartung. Alan had been staying at my home for a few days now, he said it was for "an interview". I usually I'd turn those down just so I didn't have to face my trauma, but this one particular engagement seemed a bit special to me. Besides, I've been holding in my story for far too long now... Am I right?

My name is Tim Van Hoff, personification of the country of the Netherlands. and this is the story of how I got lost at sea for probably over a year.

"Now tell me Timothy, did you have a lover before this all? If so, were they human?"

I shrugged. "Not technically, but I was in love with a woman. And yes, she was a human woman.. Not one of my own kind. She was my English tutor actually. Mrs. Smiley; Abigail Smiley. She was a beautiful young lady from London, England. The only problem was that she was married to a man by the name of Adam Smiley." There was a hint of disapproval in my voice, my whole body felt sour when I said that name. I hadn't brought up Abigail in years, I haven't even brought her up in years.

'Hey- what does this have to do with being a castaway?!' I thought to myself.

//sort for such a short start, if I get enough positive feedback I'll continue on this story!!//