A collection of short stories of varying sub-genres.
Part I: Wilted Roses contains romantic short stories
Part II: Fairy Dust & Starlight is where you'll find fantastic and paranormal stories
Part III: Black Hearts is the place for my dark fic...
Written for the Under the Sea Writing Contest in August 2015
I am not happy with this story at all, the ending is super rushed. But hope you'll enjoy nonetheless.
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Creature of the sea
I had once read in a human book, that the ocean seemed blue to the eyes because of the sky reflecting itself in it. But nobody had told me how different the sky's blue looked from the deep indigo and sapphire currents that I called home. It was a light, delicate, airy blue. Just like a pillow.
As I sat there, I looked out at the sea, the birds chirping in the tree crowns above and the waves soughing beneath my rock, lapping against the stony structure. The scent of hibiscus flowers was heavy in the air and I could see them peeking through the greenery in their red, pink and orange hues.
"Hey, there you are." I heard a familiar voice. I turned around and couldn't hold back the smile that spread across my lips.
"Hi, Jonathan," I said as he approached me and sat down next to me. He was wearing his usual attire of shorts and a t-shirt and I couldn't help but notice how the fabric stretched around the toned muscle of his chest and upper arms.
I felt something flutter in my stomach and for a moment, I thought I was going to be sick and right in front of Jonathan of all people!
Then I realised, it didn't come from sickness, I was being nervous, a giddy human feeling. I reached up and smoothed down my hair, pulling it over my shoulder to one side and exposing my neck.
"This seems to be your favourite spot," he said with a smile, looking out at the ocean ahead. "Every time I see you, you're sitting here. It's like you're rooted to this rock or something," he joked.
I smiled and put my comb aside. "Maybe I just like the view," I said, looking ahead again at the water that was glittering in the sunlight and not mentioning that indeed my favourite 'view' from here was him, shirtless on his surfboard.
He turned his head and looked at me, catching my gaze with these unique turquoise eyes of his and I swear to Poseidon, there was a tiny little glint in them, almost as if he had read my mind.
They lingered on my face and then swept over my neck and hair. "I never noticed your hair colour," he finally said. "I mean, I never noticed how it has that bluish hue to it. It suits you very well."
I felt a sudden heat rise to my cheeks. A blush, another human peculiarity. It seemed I was experiencing a lot of these lately.
I bowed my head a little, letting my hair fall in front of my face like a curtain, not wanting him to see how flustered he was making me. Me! I should be the one complimenting and flattering him with my charms.
