Stories tagged “salt”
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The Fisherman, The Writer
He reached into his bait box and pulled out a live worm. Placing it still-writhing onto his hook, he spoke. “I guess I’m a different type of fisherman. The way I see it, all the stories are already up there, and it’s my job to find th...
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More Than Nothing (part 6)
My muscles tightened to a cramp as I lifted my hand to my face. It felt slick to the touch, wet. Another droplet soon followed down the previous ones trail sliding down over my cheek and settling in the corner of my lips. When I opened my mouth in jagg...
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More Than Nothing (part 7)
All I could do was lay there next to the door. I just wasn’t strong enough to do anything more against such an impenetrable work. With out a ground it had no bottom, and no sky to make the top, side to side it just extended on and on. There was nothi...
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Let There Be A Dance
In hallowed halls an angel sings of sin, redemption and something lost. Sand and salt. All things fade, and fill. A tide awash with feelings. All the empty cries of humanity collect in sea shells. There is a sigh, released. The waves move. The wind pla...
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Deckhand's Remains
I wasn’t stealing. It was sitting there, stinking. The grime latched onto my skin as I reached it out from its eave of hiding. My new friend, I decided, patting it beside me on the bench. Then I shuffled his contents, opening his innards. Surrept...