Fiction
Calm Dot on the Horizon. Content Warning.
The sea lapped gently over the soft white sands, a deep red sun beginning its slow descent behind the horizon. Soft orange and red light reflecting in the still waters below and sky above. Looking out from the beach one would think all's right with the world at this moment. All that could be heard was soft waves over sand and gulls nearby. The landscape views one of serene beauty … the line of the horizon broken only by a small dot. From this distance the great cruise ship seemed not to even move, just a calm dot of black against the blood orange sky. Little would any onlooker ashore suspect the calamity soon to befall on board that vessel …
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Pride
My Journey to Peace
My Excursion to Harmony: Conquering Forlornness and Embracing Confinement The quiet used to be a stunning thunder. It reverberated in the vacant spaces of my loft, a consistent sign of the isolation that stuck to me like a subsequent skin. Depression wasn't simply an inclination; it was a presence, a significant burden on my chest that gagged the delight out of life.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Pride
Sara’s Strange Case of Quiet Unfriending
It was another rainy day, sitting in my office wondering what’s the point of this work? If I go another day without a case, I’ll have to quit. Join the forces of workers that earn their daily bread or gluten free alternatives, with regular nine to five jobs. The world of private eyes and detectives is crumbling. The rise of social media, GPS tracking on phones and personal devices, and the general vibe of never being ‘offline’ or out of sight from one camera or another today. It all seriously hit the private eye business model. People just don’t need us anymore, they can discover proof of a spouse’s infidelity with the help of an Uber driver now. It’d been a few weeks since any decent paying work, things were getting tight. I wouldn’t be able to be picky with clients anymore. I decided I would take whatever job next walked through my door, regardless of taste or pay, whatever came next I would do it … I had to do it.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Pride
