"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times."I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right.He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn."What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.

"What... The fuck..."

At a young age, Lukewas already learning to be a sailor like his father. His father had died, and his mom wanted him to be a sailor.She always pressured him. Since his father owned a boat company, the company fell into his hands. Luke was only eighteen and yet knew everything about sailing. He and his best friend,Lyles, drove the boat to and from where it needed to be, both at eighteen. One day, while Luke was driving and Lyles was patrolling, a security guard walked into the security area of the boat and said there was a rude passenger who refused to stop acting recklessly. Luke and Lyles switched places. Luke followed the security guard. And there stood Elizes(E-Lie-Z-Is)or Eli.

• 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐘─── the ultimate beings. the sevendeadly sins, the ten commandments,the demons, the angels, and theelemental four. the four beings alwaysset in constant harmony had evolvedinto legends. earth, fire, water, and airhad become estranged.

yet a heroic demon sets out to find themin hopes of bringing down the reign of thedemons. in return, they're forced toconfront their past and join one anotheronce again.

made by: N8aZy!! & Co edited by: Sea. salt

The four elemental beings, representing earth, air, fire, and water, have successfully navigated their way back to their hometown with a singular mission: to defend their city against all adversaries. As they converge, their distinct powers intertwine, creating an unstoppable force that will strive to ensure the safety and prosperity of their home once and for all.

Most kids would cry during such occasions, but I guess I eventually grew out of crying on those kind of days with age..

Fire and Water's effortless dance that never ends.

In a quest to attain the mythical powers of Tethralith, two novice Scholars, Ferin and Rodrick, find themselves entangled in an ominous plot. As they get closer, their desperation seizes control, all under the looming shadow of the almighty being they sought to claim.

This poem was inspired by the admiration I have for the ocean and all its beauty.

Cover pic: A big thank you to Ricardo Esquivel from Pexels.

When Cleo Lancaster finally gets out of school and starts the summer off with a job as a lifeguard, what will happen when her crush shows up at the pool she works at?

A girl fall off a bridge that teleports her to a world where everything she dreamed of existed. But  challenges face her as it is to be decided wether she is allowed to stay and who made her fall off the bridge

This was once a world without magic. With vast lands, beautiful forests, metal beasts that could fly across oceans. No one remembers what happened. No one knows where it all went. There are no mountains now. No forests. No metal beasts. Only the boundless ocean that lay before each island. Not many understood how to use magic. Not many know why they received it at such a high price. Billions died. Their bodies lost to the deep sea of nothingness.

And now, a woman appeared out of nowhere. They don’t know where she came from. They don’t know why she’s here. They don’t know what her goal is. Some suspect she isn’t from their world. But no one really knows. Many claim to know her name, but everyone spits out a different word.

I’m hoping to find her before they do. I’m hoping she’s the one I think she is. I’m hoping she is alive and well, wandering the Earth like myself. I pray every night I see her at least one more time. I just need to see her face one last time.

I can’t get her screams out of my head.

​(STORY EDITING. GRAMMAR NOT POLISHED.)

Once, people believed that there exists something of a rare ability. Something of the impossible.

But only the royalties have actually seen it. No person of an inferior position than them had the privilege of gazing upon the said miracle.

But for decades, the said miracle has gone missing. And whoever finds it would have honor never before bestowed on anyone.

But none have yet to succeed.

It cannot stand the heat of the sun. For it was one with the water. It can command any form of water, may it be the pond, the river and most especially the sea, to heal anyone who holds it if the need arises.

And in isolation, it was kept.

In cold, it survived.

And in heat, it shattered.

It was known as the 'heart of the sea'.