Sea Stories - a Monthly Creative Writing Challenge hosted on Sea, Earth, Sky

Sea Stories: May

Time for May’s Sea Story challenge! How did you all get on with April’s challenge? This month I’m going to mix things up a bit, adding an extra dimension to the writing challenge (who doesn’t like a challenge?).

The theme for the month is Harbour Master.  For an added challenge, make your piece of writing a poem no longer than six lines and try and tell a story in those lines (or do whatever you wish!).

“A harbourmaster is an official responsible for enforcing the regulations of a particular harbour or port, in order to ensure the safety of navigation, the security of the harbour and the correct operation of the port facilities.”

As always, tag your pieces with Sea Stories!

Seaweed (Sea Stories)

it moves through the water like a monster

a dark mass under the surface

seen from the shore, an ominous sight

it weaves through the water

clinging to a rock, swaying

as the tide moves it in

and out, away from the shore

until it disappears from sight.


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Sea Stories - a Monthly Creative Writing Challenge hosted on Sea, Earth, Sky

Sea Stories: April 

Sea Stories has been a little quiet recently, but with the changing of the clocks and the beginning, finally, of Spring, it’s time to kick off the writing challenges again. 

So, without further ado, let’s crack on with the theme for April. 


We eat it, we cook it, we make art with it. It washes up on shore, it wraps about ropes and gets caught on your shoes. Using the prompt as a starting point, write a short piece or a poem – or whatever you fancy. Let it take you wherever you want! 

Some pictures to inspire you: 

Just a few to get you going! 

Please make sure to link to your pieces in the comments, and don’t forget to use the tag, Sea Stories. I look forward to reading your pieces. 

I Was Here


To be the first to walk across the golden

sand in the morning, to leave a footprint

pressed into the sand like a memo

I was here

as the sun beams down

and the quiet, golden silence

of the morning is a secret held

by me alone, imprinted on my mind,

my shoes dangling at my side

sand clinging to my wet feet,

and I wish, that I was there again.