Surface (Chapter 6)
It grew in saltwater, like seaweed did, and you could make some terrific waterproof hemp from it, at that.
Cry me a Murder, pt 7 - The Other Side of Zero
I raked the smooth bottom my hands, blindly clawing for anything harder than fish shit and wispy seaweed, but thirty seconds later, i surfaced empty handed once again and rasping for another round of air.
Down to the Boardwalk (Part 1 of 2)
Salt, seaweed, with just a hint of the floral perfume that aaron's mother liked to set up in a diffuser. we headed to the living room, passing by the open concept kitchen and dining room. i sat down on the couch, stretching my cramped limbs and tail.
The Breegull Boat Part 3: Not familiar, is it?
Unless you can find seaweed, it's nothing. we're nowhere near an industrial refinery, so it's not a crude oil thing either. and you-know-who is fast asleep. you're imagining things. stop pulling double shifts or stop wasting my time."
Lonely Oak Chapter 40
"it's rotting seaweed," she said. "you're not supposed to touch it." "well i didn't know!" he protested, wiping his hand in the dirt to try to get the smell off of it.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Seven
"much better than the seaweed jungles, those are dark enough with all the lights on." small lights appeared at the bottom of the pool, looking very similar to lights of a city thousands of meters below them. even a few birds flew among the clouds.
Letters from Akira
\>she gulps a bite of a sushi sort of thing, minus the seaweed wrapping. you suppose that makes sense without the benefit of thumbs. 358. \> “you, dammit! what’s it now? forty days? i’d call that long enough to say you live here, so welcome home!
Black Sepia - chapter 1
Crowley held out the little bundle of seaweed and seafood in his chopsticks, and aziraphale opened his mouth and let the demon put it in, the chopsticks keeping them both safe.
The Last Dragonboy Chapter 3
seaweed? another swimmer? i looked underwater to find nothing. that was weird. i kept on swimming and exploring the deep part of the ocean, exploring whatever reefs and underwater areas i could find. i felt another brush on my leg. i looked behind me.
Bonds of Love
Hanging from tightly woven seaweed strands was an intricately designed cresent moon shaped shell. cresselia gasped as her eyes began tearing up. "latias...i-i don't know what to say..."
Sands of Existance
Nothing of much interest had washed ashore this time save the usual lumber and seaweed that were used as firewood.
The Gladiator, Chapter 1
The scales of the dead bodies rippled with the movement of insects, and seemed to be tainted a seaweed green color. vultures shrieked overhead. "tell your men to start hauling the bodies. that damn racket is worse than the smell."