A Collection of Somewhat Twisted Tales

Pier and the Ocean

Note: This story contains a bit of gore, guts, mutilation, death, etc. If any of that makes you uncomfortable in any way, I advise you not to read. Enjoy.

The dimly-lit pier now had only a few visitors. Fog began to appear over the sea as the sun went down. Now, save for the one lamp nearby, it was completely dark. The moon's light was nonexistent, obscured by the cloudy sky. The stars were nowhere to be seen, despite such a desolate location. So, Thomas stood in the dark.

Rickety planks gave away the fact that another person was leaving the pier. Thomas looked around. It must have been multiple people who had left. He was all alone.

A strong smell of salt filled Thomas' senses as he sat down, truly taking in his surroundings. There wasn't much else to be seen, not at this pier at least. Out in the middle of nowhere, at least two hours away from any true civilization, down several backroads was where this pier was. Desolate but peaceful, as it always is. Few people visited this area and those who did were relative locals. If one wanted a quiet swim, this was the place to go. The abandoned pier was nice enough to walk on as well, if that interested whoever would be visiting.

He peered out to see the water that he dipped his toes into. Not much could be seen, but the deep, dark, abyss-like sea glistened in the little light he had. It was a pleasant sight, especially since there was nobody else there to ruin it. Thomas didn't have much to do here, but the relaxation was much needed, so he didn't mind. It would surely be a nice place to fish, if fish actually lurked in the waters, but Thomas had never seen any, regardless of when he went. Perhaps it was an unknown location for fish as well.

The clouds had shifted slightly, allowing the moon's light to illuminate the sea's water just a bit more. Nothing could be seen, aside from a deep, dark blue, which was still magnificent. Thomas often found himself looking for seaweed, even when he swam he didn't feel the slimy plants tickle his feet. Such a lack of life was rather odd, but Thomas had never seen any, so he supposed it was the norm there.

Thomas was unsure of what time it was exactly, maybe ten or eleven at night, it didn't really matter. He knew, though, that there wasn't much else he could do and he'd have to head home soon.

The waves lightly crashed against the pier and this would usually lull Thomas to sleep, however he wasn't particularly tired that night. Sleeping was difficult when Thomas looked out upon the sea, imagining all of those endless possibilities. The ocean's beauty was so inviting, it wanted to welcome Thomas in its warm embrace.

Thomas slowly removed his coat, teasing the ocean a bit and the cool air slightly nipping at his skin. He looked down into the water, he, of course, couldn't see his reflection, but the water was lovely as ever.

The waves held out a hand to him and pulled him in. Thomas opened his eyes, and it was completely pain-free. Oh, Ocean, how lovely and gentle you are.

Looking around, Thomas realized that everything was visible, despite how dark it was above the ocean. He soaked in the sights. The coral. The fishes. The seaweed. The seemingly-soft sand. The little shells. How fantastic! ... But, ah, these weren't here before?

Thomas blinked. All of the ocean's beauty and life remained on display. The ocean's hand gently stroked Thomas' back and then tugged him forward slightly. He followed her and held onto her hand for dear life and as a sign of his eternal devotion. Perhaps he had simply been blind before, it must have been his weak devotion previously. He couldn't imagine not though.

The ocean brought him along to another part of her world. Before Thomas stood a massive shipwreck. It was a beautiful and powerful boat, but completely destroyed and at the bottom of the ocean.

She beckoned him forward. He approached a hole where he could enter the shipwreck. He pondered a bit. Would there be treasures? Maybe gold or jewels? Artifacts? More life? Whatever it would be, it would be wonderful, Thomas was sure of it.

He went inside the wreck, taking a peek at the ocean quickly before he did so. Ah, she's so lovely. I swear she gets even more so each time I see her.

The grand exterior of a world-class ship filled Thomas' vision. Broken chandeliers that sparkled like jewels. Tattered carpet, worn from the sea. Corpses littered across the wreck, torn into pieces by the ocean's life. Blood was splattered on the walls and floor, not even remotely erased by the ocean. Guts spilled out of the corpses, their clothes completely destroyed. Each corpse on the ship was entirely mutilated, creating a rather grotesque site. There was even a skeleton or two scattered about, bones here and there.

Thomas took in the sights. A grand and gorgeous ship filled with dead bodies, bones, and covered in blood was quite a sight, unlike anything he had ever seen before. You never fail to impress me, my dear. He looked towards his beloved, a malevolent grin stretched across her face. Such a beautiful, powerful smile.

Thomas reached for her, capturing her in an embrace and looking deeply into her ocean-blue eyes. Her grin stretched even further, her face waving ever so slightly to the rhythm of her world.

She leaned forward for a kiss and so did he, she grabbed his face with her gentle touch, stroking his cheek. He melted in her touch. Such soft and strong hands.

Her fingers delicately creeped up his face as he leaned in closer and closer. He closed his eyes and his lips met hers. Such an intense feeling.

He opened his eyes and the pure darkness of the world came crashing back down upon him. His beloved was nowhere to be seen, nor was the wreck or the rest of the sea. The pier couldn't be seen either.

A chill, whether it be from the lack of a coat or fear, ran down his spine, but he felt the familiar touch again. The ocean's hand gently guided his hand onto his face. His hand crept up to his left eye and there was nothing to be found. His right hand darted up to his right eye. Nothing. No eyes.

The sight of that once-beautiful malevolent grin flashed through his mind, one of the last things he saw. Before he could think much more about his so-called beloved, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

Thomas reached down and discovered a huge gash. His guts, too, would spill out. He would become the beautifully mutilated artwork of his beloved. He would be put on display for the whole world to admire.

And so he would rest below the dock with his beloved, waiting for another work of art for the collection. 

Note: Thank you for reading this one! It's a bit different, at least in my eyes, but I think it turned out well. Posting stories on here has inspired me to write a bit more, hence this piece. Feel free to leave comments or constructive criticism if you'd like and thanks again.