The wrecked ship rotted, listing away from the waves. A colony of barnacles silently died of exposure upon her hull. Shorebirds soon took up residence on the crooked rooms below decks, coming and going from the hole that ruined her.
Wreckage
secret messages
The sunlight winked upon the water’s surface, sending secret messages to the bottom of the sea. There the mermaids scooped them up in long lost buckets and relayed them to whom they belonged. Who that is, I cannot say, but I’ve always dreamt of hidden sea beasts, impossible and mythical, whose deep sea movements become the waves that greet us on the shore.
race to the shore
“Race ya!” shouted a droplet in the ocean, a million or so years ago. Its friends joined in, and they raced to the shore, the very first wave the world had ever known.
driftwood tales
Jennifer Shelby 