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The Witch, the Light Keeper
Looking through the small window at the base of the lighthouse, Abigail dreamed of a life she could never live. She spent each day watching whatever moved: the comforting rise and crash of waves on the rocks, migrations of birds, or ships on the horizon. Abigail always wondered what life would be like aboard a ship, only when she saw one she knew it would soon be gone.
By Nevin Louie5 years ago in Families
The Sea Thief
She was 43 when she became a hardened criminal in the eyes of her two boys, on a hot, still night, in the middle of a Great British heatwave. It had been too hot since their holiday started, and she was sick of Derick telling her that soon it would break as if the weather were a glass tank and they were trapped inside of it. Perhaps, if they had been trapped there alone things would have turned out differently, but with Owen and Jake there too she felt that there was no air left to breathe. Mummy I want, Mummy I need… and then they would be running off to play with Daddy who was cooler and funnier and more interesting than she could ever hope to be.
By Laura Jeffrey5 years ago in Families
Desperately Seeking Seashells
Maddie's stepsister Remy had never seen the ocean before. As their parents settled into the seaside home they were renting for the week, Maddie helped Remy unpack all her beachwear before they headed down to the oceanfront. But even as Maddie watched the calming waters beyond while a small ship pushed along in the distance, she noticed Remy wasn't admiring the view. The little girl was crouched down, her hands dug in the sand.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Families
Sailing Away
Rebecca adjusted the curtains and peered out once again. Time stood still. She needed to see something moving, something alive to keep her grounded. It was late afternoon, and soon the setting sun would give out too much glare, but for the time being, it felt good to look out at the horizon.
By Mayra Martinez5 years ago in Families
The Horizon
Here I am sitting in a bedroom the size of an average apartment, watching the canvas my father painted of his yacht. My father has dreams of bringing his ship to the horizon and finding treasure. My mom's a popular phycologist, has written books, and worked with famous people and almost every politician of our century. My younger sister is at Harvard studying law. My brother's a McGill and Harvard graduate. He is now a travailing DR. Then you got me, the high school dropout who hopes to one day model. My parents say they support me, regardless of my decisions, but we all know that helicopter and authoritative parents are bound to be disappointed, but they will not tell me.
By Jessica A. Fox5 years ago in Families
The Leviathan
“Do you want to hear a fairy tale?” Grandpa Red wheezed. Screens with green lights and strange beeps mumbled next to his bed in the great house. The metronome of the heart monitor tick-tocked down the halls, reminding everyone that Grandpa Red was approaching the clearing at the end of the path.
By Andy Holmes5 years ago in Families
