If you’re sailing stay sober.

My song – I Became wiser.

Plesiosaurs. One was supposedly found a few years back (1978 or so). Who’s to say that there isn’t a colony of them hidden in the ocean? Who’s to say that they won’t rise up and start a killing spree all across the ocean?

"Mara" means bitter. She was bitter about life, and depressed about living. But it was not easy to think of a solution when one has a weakened constitution. "Mara" is a name of sadness and depression.

A story I made of my imagination of a young boy who lived back then and will go to the New World.

"The Voyage"
Beautiful journey doomed from the start
Read all the maps but sailed from the heart
destination was never in sight
two ships on life’s ocean
that passed in near sight
Steering so close so many times
heard the bells ring
ignored all their chimes
went with the flow of love’s shifting sands
we held it so close
twas almost in hand
but now we move on
up anchors,set sail
for the shores of friendship
never to fail.

Poem.

A poem about a lonely human being (the Island) and his view of the people who try to talk to him (the attacking ships), until someone, very special to him, can eventually break his ice and enter the Isle.

Round 12 Creative Writing Challenge Submission.

A short story by me.