Whale Stories

Elara Tide has never touched the whale. Every night for years, she kneels at the pool's edge. Every night, she stops. One millimeter between her hand and his fin - and she cannot close it. Then thirty warships appear on the horizon. And the gap begins to matter. A story about staying. About the people who broadcast on frequencies no one can hear - and the rare moment when someone finally tunes in. For those still waiting for someone to say: I hear you.

When they were twelve, Amara Brooks and Junseo Park made a promise. Same college. Same future. No matter what. Years later, they keep that promise and find themselves on the same campus, carrying the same whale keychains and the same memories.

On the open sea, there is no land only an empire. Empress Williams rules O'Haven, a nation unlike any other: a vast, living city built entirely on ships, bound together by steam, steel, and the unbreakable will of its people. For generations, the sea has been their home, their law, and their salvation. But when a lone survivor surfaces with a haunting account of something glowing in the deep. The Empress finds herself drawn into a discovery that could change everything. Retrieving it is only the beginning. As the artifact settles into O'Haven's halls, its influence quietly spreads through dreams, through visions, through the ambitions of those who believe they can wield what gods once made. And beneath the empire's iron calm, old loyalties are tested, dangerous obsessions take root, and the Empress must ask herself how far she is willing to go to protect everything she has sworn to defend. The sea has always demanded a price. The question is whether O'Haven is prepared to pay it.

This story is discontinued, but I decided to publish it so it wouldn't be forgotten forever. And, if you see any characters in here that are the same as some other stories, please note that I sometimes reuse characters.

The Shallows: A Prehistoric Survival Thriller Short Story About Starving Humans Hunting Sea Giants After fleeing rival hunters and becoming trapped by winter, a starving prehistoric band faces extinction. When Aana discovers enormous sea creatures along the coastline, the group risks everything to hunt one despite knowing they are completely outmatched. The hunt ends in death and grief, but the kill saves the band and changes Aana forever.

Naomi's father is a sea biologist and has been offered a job in California. Once there, Naomi finds that she feels like she somewhat belongs. Like being closer to the ocean makes her feel alive for once in her life. Until she starts to control water and hold her breathe for extended periods of time. Three girls Belle, Felicity, and Vivianne notice this and help Naomi realize that she is a mermaid and show her the wonders of the ocean, as well the civilization that lives there. However the mermaids and merwomen have a bad feeling about Naomi and are reluctant to accept her, especially if the sirens are watching her so carefully. ....Slight blood and grotesque warning. If you are scared of the thought of the depths of the ocean, read at your own risk....

A short little story I wrote for one of my friends. See, she loves squirrels and crazy stories.

As an accomplished marine biologist, Daniel Perez, receives his dream job working at the only aquarium in the world that has been able to keep the illusive species Homo Formosus alive for more than a decade. He learns about the potential these creatures have for the development of the human race, and he also learns about the horrific plans his government has for them. In this dystopian fantasy he must learn who he can and cannot trust.

Alan is in 8th grade and he has a super crush on Matthew. He is way beyond loving Matthew he is OBSESSED with Matthew. And there are many obstacles that contradict Alan from making Matthew like him. One of them is because Matthew is straight and another one is because Matthew is popular. But something big happens to Alan's life and the people he cares and knows. Something magical. This story has a lot of Fantasy and gayness And by fantasy I mean Steven universe wise and if you love those things then this story is perfect for you ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first time time writing a story so I Apologize for any inconvenience.

Claws like a lobster. Body like a bluewhale. And voice like striking thunder. This is the story of Lobwhale - The dweller, the being that came before time, and the defender of the ocean. It is said that only the most purehearted, get to experience the presence of Lobwhale. Only the ones with belief in their eyes. Will you become one of them?

This is my other entry for National Geographic's #PlanetOrPlastic writing contest. ==<<<<>>>>>== It is reality. We are so naive thinking if we experience drinking that dirty water each time we go swimming. We didn't think how about those whale sharks. They have large mouth. They are supposed to eat only plankton. But, They might swallow those plastic cups. Those barbecue sticks... Those diapers.. Etc. Not only the whale sharks But all other living creatures on the water. Come to think of it.

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A poem on blue whales :P

"Growing up" is every kid's dream. In their eyes, it is a bar of gold that can give them everything. So did I think that way. I left my country two years before my sweet seventeen which never happened in my life, with a hope to become the new mature living creature who can survive in every situation, alone. Not knowing how hurting it will be to find the gold. I had no idea how heavy is the responsibility of being gold. Growing up means being ready to bear a heavier assignment, have a stronger endurance, knowing what is right and what is wrong, have wisdom, knowing how to love, and knowing a way to trust myself and be me. Growing up alone in circumstances where you have no choice but to admit that you are speaking a different language, have a different habit, get used to a different culture, admit that you are different, and have to work harder than others just to be treated normally, gives me no choice but to study to live and shape myself to always be the best which is tiring. I always wonder what is the definition of a grown-up adult, what is the definition of a mature adult, and do I succeed to be a mature living creature? Will I find the right way? Am I growing as a good person? Will I be a great person who is strong enough to bear every heavy assignment? Whether to love others or me, will I ever know how to love and to be loved? Can I live up to my name? -R. Silience Theodore-