Tired Tired Sea Novels & Stories

I along with Aria, Clarren, Oslec, and our guide Sirene dive into the depths of the sea and set our journey to reclaim Aria's second wing. It was a whole new world under the sea like a paradise that is unknown to man. There are so many different creatures that you can only see from books and discovery channels and I can tell that everyone is having the best time of their time lurking around while appreciating the wonders of the sea. It is a long way to our destination, and we are swimming for almost half a day. We are running out of topics to discuss, and everyone is feeling exhausted and starting to get bored on our journey. "Would you like to take a break?" Sirene suggested to us.

The Sleeper. As they got closer, Liora saw that the sea was not made of water. It was made of dreams. In each slow, rolling wave, she saw thousands of tiny, flickering images. A child's birthday party, frozen at the moment of blowing out the candles. A warrior's final, silent scream. A mother's lullaby with no sound. They were all there, every dream of every mortal, captured and stilled, their colours drained to grey, their sounds stolen. He had collected them all and made them part of his silent, orderly sea. Morpheus did not turn as they approached. He continued to stare at his collection.

My belly's crumbling. I'm alone. I'm screaming for my mother. Nobody's coming. Then I fall into the water. Something little slips out of me. Too soon. Too quiet. A baby. Too small to breathe. I'm holding it against my chest. It opens the eyes. Amber colors. And it doesn't cry. It just looks at me. Then the sea says: “Give him your name, and you will never lose him.” And I — young, frightened, full of pain — whisper:

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink;

The strong sea wind slammed against the outriggers of the boat, sending sprays of salty water across Dewangga’s face. In the darkness of the open ocean, only the sound of oars cutting through the waves and Davian’s strained breathing could be heard. The land of Java was now nothing more than a thin black line, slowly swallowed by the horizon. “You’re wasting too much energy, Dewangga. You’re no real fisherman,” Davian hissed from the bottom of the boat, trying to lean his stiff back against the wooden hull.

Selene was angry, I was tired and the driver seems to like Selene’s music taste because he played it through out our ride home. Finally, the morning sun exchanging shifts with the moon. It’s morning and yet I’m still tired. Could this wearyness come as a result of last night? Or because I didn’t properly rest after returning from work? This has been going on for the about a month. I feel tired every morning…

~ Mara ~ I wake up already tired. Not the normal kind. Not the “I didn’t sleep enough” tired. This one sits deeper. Heavy. Like my body worked all night without asking me first. My eyes open slowly, and for a second I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather enough strength to exist. That’s the best way to describe it. Not get up. Not move. Just… exist. My stomach twists. Sharp. Sudden. I press my lips together, breathing through it, one hand instinctively sliding down to rest over my lower abdomen.

Complete. They fell asleep entwined. The house breathed around them. Walls remembering every touch. Sea witnessing every promise. Tide coming in. Going out. Coming in again. Always. And they burned still. Softly. Steadily. Endlessly.

“Sleep.” Sean pressed his face to the back of my head. I tried to close my eyes, but the pain he was going through swirled in my mind. I don’t know how long I thought about all that until I finally felt tired, and my head felt tired. My eyes started to feel heavy until I finally gave up on my sleepiness. **

The siren people around her chanted the name of their queen one after another, and they all thought it was a miracle. At this moment, the sea was tumbling violently.The siren who were standing were all swayed from side to side by the sea, and even all the nearby reefs and corals were being swept up by a huge invisible force.A roar-like sound came from the churning sea. The sea began to become muddy again, and the line of sight in front of him was blurred, only the roar turned into a thick sound. "Don't be proud, you have to pay your debts after all!"