Drowned Soulfire Ch. 1: The Arrival by SilentDragon64, literature
Literature
Drowned Soulfire Ch. 1: The Arrival
I was always told that the sea was a treacherous place, but I never believed in that. I was a strong, independent woman. At age 31, I felt like I’ve seen everything in my life and travels. I certainly was not pushover, that is for sure. I knew that I needed to be capable of defending myself against any threats. I needed to always stay strong. Then again, this was easy for me. Nothing frightened me. During my journey home, I stumbled upon a wrecked ship as it leaned against some sea rocks. It was a dark and stormy night, rain poured from the heavens seemingly nonstop. Being the curious soul, I approached the scuttled vessel. When I saw movement, my curiosity turned to concern. Once I got aboard this mostly destroyed ship, I noticed a few surviving sailors here and there. All of them looked like they’d seen hell, all of them bleeding badly and all trembling with fright. I also noticed a few corpses scattered here and there across the
Fellas, I need money for a new phone. Mine has all sorts of problems: a bloated battery, an unresponsive touch screen. Audio issues, Replaced the charging port four times. ANYWAY. I HAVE #COMMISSIONSOPEN Human drawn. Rates: $50 per scene (per panel) Or $20 per hour ( I am VERY fast) Or $400 per month long term
Remembered Eternity, ch.60 by YurixTheWanderer, literature
Literature
Remembered Eternity, ch.60
Remembered Eternity, Chapter 60 (incomplete) by Yurix ---------------------------------- Melody took a deep breath as she stood in front of the door. Having used a Mana-Scar to travel from the Anarch's side to the campsite in the middle of the night was not something she thought she would ever have to do. The issue was that he was always watching. Never sleeping. Never requiring food or drink. An immense, almost omnipresent presence that stood so immense that he could crush what remained of Medierth. At least, this was the presence his immense incarnation had. She knew the man as the much-smaller man that was previously at her side. A few years younger than she was, and standing a few inches shorter. With his strong but stunted physique, he looked almost like an adopted son more than her boyfriend. His daughter - Kerry - shared his fiery hair, pale skin and freckles, though their eye color did not match. His were a devilishly enticing shade of green, while hers were less malicious
I've broken my funny bone,
the most humerus, while a
jester's jape gestates in my
joke uterus. In time the gist
of the jest begets some gut
busting. Busts heave, bellow,
and cogs turn despite some
rusting. The cogs grind their
teeth and refuse to keep
working. Then all is smoothed
over by greasy palms. In the
dark recesses where shadows
stay lurking; a lone soul, full,
sings psalms.
Part 1 0f 2 Late last night, I received a call,
"Hey...is it cool to visit at all?
I know you're working out of town,
but I miss you....you're not around."
It's true, I thought, as I replied,
I'm gone so much I can't decide
what would be more cruel, honestly,
to promise or lie constantly.
We agreed on when to arrive,
adding in the length of the drive.
The parents would be gone by then.
We'd be all alone until ten.
At least, that's what my plan had been,
but how could I have known...foreseen?
The little girl I babysat,
cute as a button and all that,
was tucked away at six o'clock.
Her legs akimbo and one sock
da
I used to know you, Dare I say, I used to know you best In such an unusual way. I would read your mind, The way you would mine. Understood you completely. No paths to align. One day, I felt it… Gnawing away at me. Something disturbing, Something I couldn’t let be. It felt like I solved it. Felt like you heard. But again, I was perplexed By another misplaced word. So, I prayed ahead of time. I prayed, yes, for you. I prepared my heart- I knew what I had to do. I no longer knew how to communicate And I didn’t mince a word. I left it hard to swallow. You took it as absurd. I don’t regret- Not the choice I made that day. I do miss feeling understood In a much deeper way. I miss my friend. Really upset that that’s gone, But it’s not the time to dwell, But it is prime time to move on. I imagine you miss me too… A mixture of emotions, I guess. A lot of latent unresolved anger, But nothing you’d openly confess. Then again, I don’t know you And that’s all well in the past. We
A tradition of anchorites, lost to the ages of maritime, when the sea was lost to heathens and the ship was a mermaid's shrine, included a partial banning on whistling a jaunty tune. A bottle of champagne swinging must break while fastened to the boom. A painted name must be present on the side of a nubile ship. When a siren sounds out at sea, stop your ears so your heart won't slip. These were the rites of my anchor that held fast to the rolling sea. This was the calling that inspired and, insidious, poisoned me. Those superstitions sailors wrote, I've stored them on yellowed pages. I've sealed them into my grimoire and cloistered sailors in cages. We've broken bread and law alike and now to rites not yet commenced, we will atone for what we've done and with fallen blood recompensed.