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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Sammy the Seahorse Swims to the Surface tells the story of Sammy, a curious young seahorse living in a vibrant coral reef teeming with colorful sea life and close-knit family warmth. Despite his loving home and the reefs beauty, Sammy is fascinated by the mysterious shimmering light above the oceans surfacea place his family and friends warn him to avoid because of its dangers. Driven by an insatiable curiosity and dreams of discovering what lies beyond, Sammy begins to question the safety of staying below and yearns to explore the unknown world above the waves. His adventure starts quietly, sparked by wonder and whispered questions, as he prepares to brave the surface against the cautious advice of those around him, embarking on a journey of courage, discovery, and the search for freedom beyond familiar horizons.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Sammy the Seahorse Swims to the Surface
Author: Kelly Johnson
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This eBook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: A Curious Seahorse
Chapter 2: Grandma’s Warning
Chapter 3: A Plan Takes Shape
Chapter 4: Goodbye, Reef!
Chapter 5: The Murky Middle
Chapter 6: Trouble with Trash
Chapter 7: Light at the Top
Chapter 8: A Lesson from the Sky
Chapter 9: The Journey Home
Chapter 10: Sammy’s Big Splash
Title: Sammy the Seahorse Swims to the Surface
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: A Curious Seahorse
Deep beneath the waves, in a cozy corner of the vast, blue ocean, lived a little seahorse named Sammy. His home was nestled inside a colorful coral reef that stretched wide like a bustling underwater city. The reef was alive with movement and color, a magical world where every corner held a new surprise.
Bright orange anemones waved their delicate, flowing tentacles in the steady current, like soft underwater flags greeting every passing creature. Their tips shimmered with tiny glimmers of bioluminescent light, making them look like flickering candles glowing in the dim sea. They swayed in time with the pulse of the ocean, never hurried, never still—just a slow, graceful rhythm that made the entire reef feel alive.
Among these gentle dancers, tiny fish zipped back and forth with bursts of color and energy—neon blues, lemony yellows, and glittering silvers darted through the waving seaweed forests as if performing in a grand underwater ballet. The seaweed itself rose like tall towers, their leaves whispering against each other as the current passed through, creating a soft, swishy chorus that filled the background like music.
On the rocky ledges, starfish rested in quiet patches of filtered sunlight, their arms spread wide like sleepy little suns soaking in the warmth of the ocean’s gentle glow. Some were pink, others deep red or gold, and they clung patiently to the rocks like old sages content in their stillness. Occasionally, a curious crab would scuttle by, tapping the sand with its claws like a tiny drummer testing out a rhythm. His eyes darted left and right, always alert, always looking for shiny bits to collect.
Overhead, graceful sea turtles drifted lazily, their large shells glinting faintly as beams of light filtered down from the distant surface. They moved like slow, drifting clouds, their flippers rising and falling in slow, majestic arcs. When they passed, they cast fleeting shadows on the coral and sent swirls of tiny bubbles spiraling in their wake.
And oh, the bubbles. They were everywhere—small, clear spheres rising from the sandy ocean floor like soft giggles escaping from the deep. Some shimmered with hints of rainbow colors, catching the light just right as they floated upward. They popped silently at the surface, sending delicate ripples across the water’s shimmering face like whispers of laughter.
In this lively, colorful place full of music and movement, Sammy’s family lived wrapped snugly around a thick, branching piece of coral that curled upward like a twisted tree. The coral was strong and sturdy, its surface dotted with tiny, flower-like polyps that opened and closed as if breathing with the sea. Little crevices and nooks made perfect pockets for curling up during naps or hiding during hide-and-seek. It was their home—safe, beautiful, and brimming with life.
His mother, with soft, velvety fins and eyes full of warmth and patience, swayed slowly in the current as she watched over the family, always knowing where each little one was with a glance. She hummed soothing reef songs under her breath—melodies passed down through generations of seahorses, tunes that rose and fell like waves themselves.
His father, strong and steady with a deep, calming voice, curled his tail around the base of the coral and kept watch for any rough currents or passing predators. He wasn’t just the protector—he told the best stories. Stories of old reefs, of glowing plankton storms, and of faraway caves filled with singing shells.
His two little sisters, Sprig and Pebble, were nearly inseparable. They twirled and spun around each other in playful loops, their tiny tails entwined in silly knots as they giggled and squealed with delight. They blew bubble trails and chased tiny shrimp through the coral maze, full of boundless energy and a contagious sense of joy.
The whole family stayed close, wrapped together like a living garland of jewels—pink, orange, and golden-brown scales shimmering gently in the filtered light. They bobbed together in the current, not just a family, but a unit of warmth and connection, always swaying with the reef’s rhythm, always together.
Most days, Sammy’s world was full of laughter, exploration, and wonder. Every corner of the reef held a new surprise—a sleeping pufferfish that inflated when startled, a nudibranch with feathery gills like lace, or a cluster of glowing plankton that lit up when touched, like underwater fireflies.
He played hide-and-seek with his closest reef friends: Dotty the damselfish, tiny and fast, covered in bright spots that flickered like distant stars when she darted through the coral crevices. She was clever and quick, the undefeated hide-and-seek champion.
Then there was Finn, a baby stingray with the smoothest fins and the gentlest heart. He loved to glide just above the ocean floor, whispering over the sand like a passing breeze. He made up silly songs about fish and driftwood and would hum them loudly while hiding behind sea fans.
And of course, Crumble, the feisty little crab who couldn’t go more than a few minutes without clicking his claws in excitement. He had a fondness for shiny rocks and often declared himself “King of the Coral” when perched on the tallest ledge. Though small, Crumble had the biggest personality and always made the others laugh—even if his jokes didn’t always make sense.
Together, the four of them turned the reef into their playground. They raced through sea tunnels, balanced pebbles in bubble streams, and made up new games with rules that changed as quickly as the tide. They discovered secret nooks, glowing caves, and occasionally, mysterious objects dropped from above—strange things with colors and shapes unlike anything in the sea. Sammy loved his home. The reef was filled with light, life, and love. Every day felt like the best day—until the evenings came, when the ocean darkened and the stars above twinkled faintly beyond the surface veil.
Then, his thoughts always drifted upward.
Together, they chased each other through winding coral tunnels, twisting and turning in a maze of pinks, purples, and golds. They hid behind soft sponges that looked like underwater pillows, and sometimes built castles from shell pieces and smooth stones, imagining kingdoms beneath the sea.
But even in the middle of their silliest games and loudest laughs, Sammy’s gaze often drifted upward, toward the shimmering light that danced at the top of the ocean. Above the reef, the water grew lighter and brighter, as if someone had dipped a giant brush into pure sunlight and painted the sea with golden hues.
The surface was a place filled with mystery. It sparkled like a treasure chest of jewels but held secrets no one in the reef dared to explore. To the creatures below, it was strange and distant, a shimmering barrier where the water met the air. No fish ventured there often, and seahorses especially were warned to stay close to the safety of their coral homes.
Still, every time Sammy saw that shining line of light, his heart fluttered with a curious excitement. What was beyond that bright, sparkling glass? What wonders—and what dangers—waited where the ocean met the sky?
Even as the reef buzzed with life around him, Sammy’s dreams reached up, soaring toward the unknown surface, calling him to explore and discover all the secrets it held.
“Don’t go near the surface,” his parents would say in gentle but firm voices, their eyes full of warmth and worry. “It’s not safe for little seahorses like you. The waves up there can toss you like a leaf in a storm, and the sun’s glare can hurt your eyes, even from beneath the water. Stay close to the reef, where the colors are bright, the coral is strong, and the currents are kind.”
His mother’s fins would brush softly against him as she spoke, a tender gesture that carried more than words—a quiet promise of safety, a lullaby of love. She would curl her tail protectively around his and hum a tune that sounded like the sea breathing.
“Stay where the current cradles you like a lullaby,” Grandma Seahorse would whisper during their bedtime snuggles, her voice drifting like soft sea foam across the water. “Where the water rocks you gently and holds you close, like a cradle of waves and warmth. The surface is wild and strange—a place for big fish with sharp fins, for crashing waves that leap and fall like giants, and for the sun, who doesn’t always know how to be gentle.”
Her old eyes, lined with tiny silver flecks, twinkled with memories—of daring swims, near escapes, and stories she never quite finished. Sometimes her smile turned wistful, and Sammy would wonder if she had once been bold enough to touch the sky herself. But no matter how the stories began, they always ended with the same message: stay low, stay safe, stay here.
The surface, she said, was a place of unknowable dangers: beams of sunlight that could burn, waves that crashed hard enough to turn fish dizzy, birds with claws and sharp eyes, and boats that groaned and growled like sleeping monsters. No one knew exactly what lived above, only that it wasn’t a place for a small seahorse with a delicate tail and a curious heart.
But Sammy?
He couldn’t help himself.
Questions bubbled up inside him like fizz from a freshly opened soda shell—bright, fizzy, uncontainable. They rose from his chest to his snout, tickling his thoughts and dancing behind his eyes.
What’s above the waves?
Why does the light come from up there?
Are there creatures that really fly?
What does the sky smell like?
Does it hum like the reef? Or is it silent, like a dream?
During the day, he tried to focus on seaweed weaving and shell races, but his eyes always flicked upward. The light that filtered down from above was so different from the soft glows of the reef—it sparkled like liquid fire, glinting and shifting, promising stories untold.
And at night, when the reef fell quiet and the moon turned the water silver, Sammy would drift up to the tallest coral branch—his secret lookout. Perched there, with the reef sprawled out below like a jeweled blanket, he would gaze upward. The surface shimmered, soft and mysterious, like a curtain of light draped between two worlds. Sometimes it rippled like a sigh; other times, it gleamed as still as glass.
He would tilt his head, his tiny fins fluttering gently, and imagine.
Would the water feel cooler or warmer at the very top?
Would it feel soft, like seagrass, or sharp, like shells?
