we watched the sun over the water 

I guess I’m on a kick where I’m writing stories that take place in previous stories I wrote… Or at least in the worlds they were from… How meta. 🙂  This is one from a tv pilot I’d started writing a while back that I haven’t gotten very far into, but who knows maybe this…

the sea cave by the beach

No one knew about the sea cave down by the beach. When the waves thundered onto shore and sea spray hit the rocks, there was a craggy opening by the side around the bend. Water flowed in and splashed along the walls. But in the early morning, when it was misty, you could walk inside…

Her name is Hina

There is an old lady who calls to the ocean. She puts up her hands and it speaks to her. Her hair is silver. She’s been here for so long, but you could never tell how old she was. Her face is so smooth like a stone that has washed up on shore. Like one…

the sound of waves

they could hear the ocean’s waves pounding upon the sand even from here the sound of hardness turning to smoothness the sound of waves the sound of waves light glimmering on the surface crests of white cascading down and over  swirling around creating mist that would eventually hit their faces  breathing in this salty air…

Endless sea

Hands in the grass and feet shake off the sand from this, my walk along the beach. Sunny skies? No, not today. It was grey and misty. The clouds moving us forward like the world wanted us to stay still and silent. Whisper to me in the breeze is what it told us. And in…