The sea had always unsettled him.

Even now—before the fall—he could taste the salt thick in the air, feel the spray clinging to his skin. The ship rocked beneath his feet, the groan of wood swallowed by the endless crash of waves against the hull. A sound too much like a hungry thing.

Then—chaos.

Cold slams into him as he plunges into the water. The impact knocks the breath from his lungs, turn...

A tremble dances down my spine. The water laps at my toes, sending an unpleasant chill throughout my body. Is it the cold? Is that why they consider this to be terrifying? I turn my head toward the bright sand, twinkling under the radiant sun, utterly vacant. The wind kisses my cheeks and plays with my hair. i take a step into the water. Cold. And yet, i do not walk away. I do not run, or cower, i...

Slowly, cautiously, I dipped my toe into the water. I gasped quietly at the freezing cold. I wanted to withdraw, but I pushed myself to fully step into the water. The small waves licked at my feet, and I had to suppress my giggle. I couldn't risk being heard. The punishment for even touching the ocean was unimaginably strict. Everyone said that the ocean was a dangerous place. That anyone who dare...

I always liked the ocean

Didnt see the reason

to run and hide

as if to be sentenced to treason

I liked the way the waves crashes

Sounding like a firm high five

I liked the water splashing around my feet

Swarming like a bee hive

I always liked the ocean

the gentle salty mist

The tickles on my toes

and the unrelenting bliss

I didn’t see why it was bashed

I always liked the ocean

the peace and quiet ...

The first thing I noticed was the frothy foam, it took a while before I allowed it to gently caress my feet. I guess this is what initially reassured me that it was going to be fine, that, really, this creature was friendly, after all. It was at that point that I noticed it was beckoning me. I could feel my fear seeping into the effervescent water as it left my body. Was it wrong? Was it reckless ...

It is said by the elders that when the wind blows, somewhere in the world someone will die soon. And the wind was blowing hard as Devon stood on a cliff, overlooking the sea crashing against the cliff.

Fortunately for him, Devon did not believe in omens.

“So you’re doing it, then.” Behind him, Devon’s friend Cat sat on a boulder, watching his best friend prepare for his plunge.

“Yes.”

...

It was like being consumed, slowly. One foot in, and then a full leg. Water soaked through her jeans, clinging to her skin and weighing her down. Her gaze reflected the rhythm of the waves. If anyone were to see her, she would have been in the deepest depths of trouble. Oceans were sacred, feared places. They carried many lost lives, and were responsible for many.

These bodies were unholy, used ...

The ocean is full of creatures of all kinds. The water is just as deadly especially if you don’t know how to swim. It goes on for miles and miles without end. Slithering, slimy, vicious, and sharp tooth good swimming creatures. Absolutely terrifying. I was only walking by the shore looking for something nice to take home when I decided to dip my feet in the water. It was freezing but quite nice. I...

All my life the ocean has been forbidden. I remember the first time I felt this overwhelming desire to step in but then was snatched up by my grandmother. She frantically screamed at me and told me the ocean is dangerous. It’s no place for anyone who wants to live. I had no idea what she meant. I was only 3. I asked her why but I didn’t get an answer. In fact, no one really gave me an explanation ...

I’m not sure why I’d always been intrigued by the ocean. Maybe it was because it was forbidden. After all, ever since I was little Mama always said, “even one toe in the ocean means certain death, you hear me? You best stay far away.” And I did, at least for a while. But the ocean kept calling, beckoning me closer. The smell of salt carrying through a cracked window, a gust of unusually strong win...