Creative Writing Ocean

“Strong willed, the leader” Claudius’s mind seemed somewhere else, and I snapped my fingers near his face. He stared blankly at me as if he forgot we were walking. “I’m not done showing you around” He led me away from the sight, but I turned back, taking one last look before sauntering along the canyon. After hours of trekking and talking, he turned to me as we stood beside a waterfall. "Have you ever seen the depths of the ocean before?" "His eyes now resembled the large, dark green tree ferns of the jungle. I shook my head, dazed. Before I could answer we were standing on the Moroccan coast. “I did not think you were serious?” I called after him as he moved towards the ocean. I grabbed him by the shoulder trying to stop him. “When …show more content…

His eyes flashed a vibrant, blue and he hoisted me off the ground and threw miles into the middle of the ocean. I cascaded hundreds of miles in a matter of seconds struggling with all of my might to make it to the top sinking further. All of the sudden, as I gasped for air I found it. He clasped my hand as our feet reached the ocean floor. I floated past coral reefs. Various schools of fish zipped past us. Glimpses of large shadows of inconspicuous figures zooming by from behind grabbed my attention. My eyes struggled to follow them. From the little, I could make out they had the upper body of a woman with long flowing hair and lower bodies of fish. They twirled behind us almost as if they were putting on a show. Something about their sense of movement called out to me, and I strayed from him, following them. “Maricel!” He shouted telepathically. As I drew closer mesmerized. They stopped dead in their tracks and turned toward me. Their inviting countenance eased my apprehension. I wanted to communicate with them, but was unsure if they could understand me. Before I could initiate contact, he yanked me backwards. They …show more content…

How long have the two of you been dating again?” She asked as she pushed her Yukon Gold Potato Puree, Crème Fraiche around with her spoon. “Five months” “That is a long time.” “Not really” “Why are the two of you so secretive?” “What makes you think that?” “Well, no one ever sees the two of you in public.” "He has a crazy schedule, and we prefer things that way." "Be careful, a guy who is invisible to the rest of us is probably not a decent man. The only time you seemed to meet up with him is at night, and I don't want you to be his booty call." "Enough!” "I wasn't trying to offend you. I’m just trying to look out for you. The way you disappear at odd hours has me concerned for your wellbeing” “Or maybe you are over analyzing the entire thing” “I hate the way he keeps you on a tight leash. He seems controlling besides, who keeps thing hidden unless they are only in it for...” "Everything has been squeaky clean for the five months I have been seeing him.” "Be careful, you could be dating the next Ted Bundy." "So, your movie is supposed to wrap up soon as well?" I switched subjects. "I think the release date is around the same time as yours so there actually might be a bit of