Stream of Consciousness
Wet Feet…
The cruise ship roared and rumbled like some giant best ready to consume us all. I took one final look at land, and then watched the waves carry us away. As the ship left port the strange realization that nothing would ever be the same hit me like a hurricane tearing a tree from its roots.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Fiction
Whistler’s Wilde!
It was a stormy night! A strange kind of darkness enveloped the skies. The wind was visibly skirmish to distract any wanderers steed. Through those whirlwinds, a sailboat, “Whistler’s Wilde,” mounted up into chaos and appeared drifting away into the unknown.
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Fiction
Those Who Leave the Light
This ship can never sink. It's 10'000-year history all but proves it. There are some anxious, ill-read things aboard who mutter otherwise, but they dwell down in the engine cabins. Such stupid things to choose that life- if only they had the sense to live in the sun, then they'd see that this ship is far too pleasant to sink.
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Fiction







