I've got my first story up!
This was inspired by a workbook page that was obviously striving for something much more calming than what I wrote. I saw the ship and immediately thought 'pirates'. The instructions stated that there were no lines so you could be "creative and free", so I started writing down the middle to make a mast, ending with writing the last word ('cracked') crooked because I like to be all symbolic like that.
Anyway, this story involves a kind of sea witch held captive on board that decides that the crew doesn't deserve to live and summons to seas to her will. There's also some family tension thrown in. Here's the first paragraph:
"The ship’s sail thrashed in the storm’s harsh wind, slapping itself with such force until the mast cracked. He flung himself to the deck, covering his head with his hands in a ludicrous attempt to prevent the shards of wooden debris from injuring him. All around he could hear the gruff voices of his crewmates, some barking commands, some shouting incoherently, others seeming as ghosts in a silent stupor. But always the torrid wind overtook their voices, the crash of waves deafening, a great cacophony of the ocean’s power absorbing all the potential for sound. He struggled to stand as the mast groaned to a halt, ripping a hole in the vessel’s side and taking a few lives with before it rolled into one place. His feet stumbled as the deck rolled unnaturally, but he pressed himself to keep moving. He had to get below deck, to the girl shackled in the brig. A stowaway the captain had left to a cruel punishment after the night’s dinner..."
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And as always, leave me your thoughts in a comment! Thanks for reading!
This was inspired by a workbook page that was obviously striving for something much more calming than what I wrote. I saw the ship and immediately thought 'pirates'. The instructions stated that there were no lines so you could be "creative and free", so I started writing down the middle to make a mast, ending with writing the last word ('cracked') crooked because I like to be all symbolic like that.
Anyway, this story involves a kind of sea witch held captive on board that decides that the crew doesn't deserve to live and summons to seas to her will. There's also some family tension thrown in. Here's the first paragraph:
"The ship’s sail thrashed in the storm’s harsh wind, slapping itself with such force until the mast cracked. He flung himself to the deck, covering his head with his hands in a ludicrous attempt to prevent the shards of wooden debris from injuring him. All around he could hear the gruff voices of his crewmates, some barking commands, some shouting incoherently, others seeming as ghosts in a silent stupor. But always the torrid wind overtook their voices, the crash of waves deafening, a great cacophony of the ocean’s power absorbing all the potential for sound. He struggled to stand as the mast groaned to a halt, ripping a hole in the vessel’s side and taking a few lives with before it rolled into one place. His feet stumbled as the deck rolled unnaturally, but he pressed himself to keep moving. He had to get below deck, to the girl shackled in the brig. A stowaway the captain had left to a cruel punishment after the night’s dinner..."
Read more at http://inkanddalliance.weebly.com/landlocked.html
And as always, leave me your thoughts in a comment! Thanks for reading!
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