Originally published on December 30, 2005
I had absolutly no muse today (Calliope must be on break). I could not to save my life come up with anything. I finally wrote something I’m not happy with at all just to get the agony over with. If this reminds you a little bit about Lighthouse’s Tale, you’re not the only one.
If there was one thing I hated most of all the things on earth it would have to be fish. I can’t stand their lidless eyes that seem to get everywhere. I especially hate catfish; they have these flat faces and eyes on top of their heads that always look at you no matter where they are. On top of that they look nothing like cats! Myra is the captain’s cat and is one of my best friends. She’s such a lady that she never has her “sea-sickness bouts” on my decks. It’s bad enough I have termites and maggots on board; I don’t need cat vomit in my wood. I suppose I should introduce myself: I’m Wind Rider and I’m a navy ship for England. The year is currently 1606 and I’m traveling the Atlantic to America with a boatload of new explorers.
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Originally published on December 26, 2005
She was sitting on the edge of the dock with her legs swinging over the edge carelessly. She was wrapped up in her ski jacket, a scarf, sweat pants, and boots. Her hat was stuffed into her pocket, which bulged from the extra cloth. She looked up at the ethereal moon in the paling pink sky.
“Celebrate tomorrow like there’s no today,” she whispered to the waves. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. Lights started to fill the city’s space and outlined each and every one of the blackening buildings. Wind stabbed her exposed face, but she smiled. Her figure started fading away until it was gone. She opened her eyes and sat up in her queen-sized bed, finding that she was dressed in a blue silk gown.
Someone was knocking furiously at the door and yelling: “Hurry up, Aña! They’re expecting you downstairs!”
“Hold on,” she yelled back quickly fixing her hair in the mirror as she walked to the door. “Don’t knock so hard, you’ll make a hole in the door.”
She heard a heavy sigh from the person on the other side of the door, but no other noise of protest. She pulled open the heavy door and stepped out into the hallway.
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