Abyss of the Deep Part Two~
Garry was gently floating in the seawater. He had no idea where exactly he was or how he got there. His shirt, pants, and coat were soaked, weighing him down.
He held his breath and dove into the dark water. His eyes widened at the sight. In front of him was a series of sharp rocks that seemed to fuse together further down. It stretched beyond his line of sight, but it seemed to curve, as though walling in this part of the sea from the world.
Just as Garry was running out of air, he heard a voice. It was muffled by the water, but it was a little girl’s voice.
He turned, expecting to see Ib, but was surprised to see a different girl. She was about the same age as Ib, but she had wavy blonde hair that moved almost hypnotically in the water. Her eyes were a greenish-blue that matched a tail that slowly flicked for balance. Those eyes were narrowed in anger at Garry.
“How dare you come here? You’re looking for Ib, aren’t you?” she said lowly with an edge in
Abyss of the Deep Part OneAbyss of the Deep
Just a few miles off the shores of a distant land is a dangerous strip of sea. Pointy rocks surround the undersea world, preventing any ship from slipping past. And despite being relatively close to land, the ocean floor seems to drop.
This untouched realm had been measured to be about 15 miles in diameter. The locals of the towns near the strip of sea forbid going past the sharp rocks that fence the area since anyone who came in never was seen again.
For this reason, the locals call this area The Abyss of the Deep. It is in this dark realm where our story begins.
Ib stared at the tangles of rubbery seaweed as it waved with each gentle current. She flicked her small red fish tail to keep balanced in the water. Her straight, shoulder-length brown hair billowed out behind her as tiny, unnoticeable gills on either side of her neck accepted the salty water graciously into her system.
“Ib!” a shrill girl’s voice came to her ears. She turned her r
Crash Test MannequinCrash Test Mannequin
A cloudy Monday afternoon brought me excitement, nervousness, and anxiety as my father Guertana pulled his car outside the unfamiliar building.
“Have you brought everything with you, Mary?” he inquired, staring me down with those tired blue eyes.
I smiled brightly at him and patted my backpack. “Everything I’ll need.” I answered.
He gave me a small, sad smile. “I’ll see you when the lesson is over sweetheart. I gotta go now. My unfinished painting is calling to me.”
Taking the hint, I opened the car door and approached the building without even acknowledging the car as it pulled away.
The building was dark inside, giving the impression that it was closed, but when I tried the door, it was unlocked. For a moment, I thought I was at the wrong place.
Then the sound of other teenagers chatting away reached my ears. I sighed with relief. For some reason, I feel afraid when I’m alone, like no one will be around