There was once a brave man named Tim,
Who laughed in Death’s face of grim,
He smiled and he skipped,
But alas! He tripped,
And Death grinned, as he caught him.
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Samuel Studebaker
Firmware engineer. Hobbyist writer and filmmaker based out of San Diego CA.
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The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wilesa day ago in Fiction
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