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Bowing Out. Top Story - April 2021.
He was coming home. She could sense his ship on the horizon before it appeared. The white, billowing sails. The way the sunshine bounced off the bow and back into the sky. The subtle groaning of the ropes as they strained against their ties. Every detail was etched into her memory like carvings on an oak tree.
By Nati Saednejad5 years ago in Humans
Ships at a Distance
How do you write a love story when you’re sitting on the couch at your parent’s house watching a Pixar film at 10:23 p.m. on a Saturday that happens to be the birthday of the last guy you really cared about? And really wishing he knew you’d remembered.
By Deirdre Anna5 years ago in Humans
The Governor's Bride
The pirate ship appeared on the horizon like a tease. Caroline stood at the water's edge, collecting clams in her hiked up skirt, her toes tickled by the sultry water. Her husband craved them, sucking the clams down with a relish that was oddly sexual. She abhorred the squinch of the soft, rubbery clam bodies against her teeth even more than the taste.
By Nancy Townsend5 years ago in Humans
Year 11
Sarah still watched the horizon, but as an act of dedication, now. She had maintained her dwindling supply of hope over 11 years, doling it out in increasingly small measures, fingers crossed that it would last her until Charlie came on home to her. She lasted longer than anyone expected her to, but on the 4,016th morning, Sarah desperately searched for the faintest scent, the memory of "Maybe, someday", and found only a festering certainty of despair. She had always believed on some small, involuntary level that she would intuit it when Charlie died. She'd feel it like the abrupt loss of a limb and she would somehow be less herself.
By Kelly Mintzer5 years ago in Humans
Love From Ship to Shore
Magnus is one attractive guy. You would think all eligible bachelorettes would be lining up in line to grab a hold of this attractive hunk, who has just turned over the hill (age 50 precisely). Not so. Not because of this age, yet he has never found the process of dating, courtship and mating to be his strong suit.
By Justine Crowley5 years ago in Humans
Love You Forever.
Akash neared the gate of the docks and was excited to see a ship on the horizon. Slowly he could see many other ships. His truck halted behind other vehicles. The security men were checking the vehicles one after another and also the dock permits of the entrants. The previous vehicles had entered the dock; it was his turn, and the security person began checking his truck which was full of provisions.
By DEEPAK SETHI5 years ago in Humans
Saltwater Kisses
At night, I dream of an ocean with no end in sight. It's a subconscious callback to my childhood, I'm sure, when all I wanted to do was dunk my head beneath the waves and pretend I was in another universe. In that other world, I could submerge myself among the shells and algae, the tide-run sand just out of reach below my floating feet.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
The Fight
He nearly knocked the two ladies-of-the-night over as he stumbled up and out of the stairwell that led to one of his favorite bars, appropriately named 12 Steps Down. That last Bluecoat and tonic probably was about three too many, especially considering his favorite bartender had been slinging drinks that night. Ah, Jean. Pretty little thing.
By Kir the Mortician5 years ago in Humans
The Last Voyage of The Mystic Queen. Mysteries of The Pacific.
Alexandria waited on the shore every night for a week, always staying until sundown, and always returning home saddened, and quiet. The normally boisterous sixteen-year-old would barely eat some nights, alarming her parents, and leaving her brothers and sisters to think she was some kind of a freak. She waited, there on the shore, for one reason. Every night, she hoped and prayed, to see a ship appear on the horizon. She was looking for the return of the Mystic Queen.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Humans
