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Each place I make landfall, I try to find a telephone, a post office. Nobody here speaks English, nor appears to be much interested in my flail-armed charades, or the desperate sounds that come out of my mouth. I’m somewhere in the Pul’chi archipelago, and I only know that because I’ve traced the outlines of the islands painstakingly in the Aquiver. Their shapes make a map in my head: a map that matches one my father once had me draw, kneeling at the coffee table in our living room of my childhood.
June 8th 2019 My friend Taylor and I are going on a week long boat trip, I'm so excited! Right now I am finished packing. I have five swimsuits one bikini thats white with black polka dots,one is a pink and white striped bikini, and the last three one piece bathing suits that are all solid colors one blue,one green and one yellow. I also have eight outfits. I am bringing three sets of sandals as well. ...
“Hi.” Edward looked down at the intruder. Light hair, bright eyes, dappled sunlight, hazy behind the smoke of his cigarette. “What are you doing here, Milo.” Milo shrugged, squinting past Edward to the slowly darkening sky. “The power we...
In a small town is a small market. In the small market is a small stall. In the small stall is a small box, and in the small box is a small copper bracelet. Each day a little old woman sees if someone will buy the bracelet. Each day she goes home with the bracelet in her pocket. One day a little girl comes up to the small stall. “How much is the small bracelet?” she asks,
The sun beat down mercilessly onto Landon’s shoulders. With each step, he could feel the dry, hard earth crackle beneath his feet. He raised his canteen to his mouth and took a long, deep gulp. With each sip, he felt the water travel down his throat and hit his empty stomach. Right on cue, a low growl echoed from his belly. Taking the last of his jerky from his sack, he nibbled slowly on a piece. Only allowing himself to take the tiniest bites, chewing long and thoughtfully...
Mom and Dad have gone out to 'shop' as they like to call it but I know what it's really called, scavenging. They leave me at the shelter to braid more rope. We can never have enough rope, Dad says. I'm good at it, I'm quick and smooth. I'm good with knots, too, so I can make the ropes as long as I want. Sometimes I braid ropes faster than they bring me the palm leaves. I also know what those are called, fronds. When I finish the pile I have beside me, I chew on a too-short piece and watch the ocean, making sure the hot coals beside me don...
My childhood could be measured in Murder, She Wrote reruns. The whole family—minus my eldest sister who was replaced with our cousin—was gathered, as we often were, around the television in that twilight hour between supper and bedtime to be swept up in one mystery writer’s chase for truth. Was fresh from a bath and clean as a whistle, dressed in my favorite pajamas—an old ALF t-shirt and gold checkered shorts—and tucked in the comer of the couch underneath a ratty brown bla...
The sun shone brightly in the sky that made the ocean below sparkle like diamonds while seagulls soared through the air. Their cries mixed together to create a soothing background noise. To a group of college students, this only served to be a great start to their day. “Who’s ready to explore the hidden depths of the ocean?!” a particularly energetic girl with blue green hair exclaimed from the...
The hot afternoon sun beat down on Hank’s back as he lay on his small raft, head hanging over the side, watching the fish swim by just out of his reach. His arms were half submerged in the salty ocean water, and he hoped a fish would mistake his wriggling fingers for worms. The self-proclaimed “survivor man” lay as still as possible as the gentle ocean waves moved his raft up and down in a calming rhythm. He knew that if he could just catch a fish, he would have enough to survive for one more day. The eyeballs of the fish would contain w...
North Atlantic Ocean off the Azores, Fall, 1544Fog shrouded the Spanish flagship as she sliced through the sea, her heavy cargo settling her low in the water. Capitán Juan Salvaro stood ill-at-ease at the helm, staring intently at the vast sheet of white before him, as if he could part the veil with the intensity of his eyes alone. The air was as heavy with tension and portent as it was with moisture.These were bad waters to be sailing. Pirates scoured these waters, knowing the Azores were ...
This was about the sixtieth time I’ve licked my lips. The wind had thrown itself against me from all directions. The heat was bearable, but not for long. I know that at some point, I would stumble and fall, ending the one main purpose why I still willed myself to live: The Garden of Eden. It was, as one would think, an impossib...
The sun came up. Its warmth seeped into the icicles that had formed during the night, sending a wave of crackles across the mountaintop. In his snug, rock-walled house, Norbu blinked a few times, rolled to his feet, and stretched. His mate Dalha stirred beside him, but did not wake. Norbu padded into the next chamber, where their two children sat curled in a bed of brightly colored cloth. That was good; if the sunrise had not woken them, they would sleep for at least another hour.He shook his head, clearing the f...
Charlie and his friends were very excited about their adventure trip. They couldn't wait until Friday. Charlie, Jenny, Alex, and Alice were best friends and they decided to go on a trip to have some adventures.Everyone suggested so many destinations. Sarah wanted to go to the beach. Jenny was a fan of jungle safaris. Alex wanted to try sky diving. Charlie was not suggesting anything because he was a little afraid of such trips. He was quiet. Nobody was...
“Now, Grace, I want you to keep an open mind on this trip,” my mother repeated as she turned around to look at me. I stepped onto the boarding platform and followed the bright pink fanny pack belted across my mothers’ khaki shorts. “Alright, Mom, you don’t have to keep repeating yourself,” I retorted. She had been repeating herself the whole flight across the Atlantic Ocean. Yes, I was twenty-three and going on my first Europe trip with my parents, but it was an opportunity I was not going to miss. Especially, if I did not hav...
“Ni, Khun och!”“What?”My head felt like a wasp’s nest, large, noisy and thumping with activity. The man was not happy; He was pointing to the bus's door; It seemed a light year away in the distance. “Where am I?He grunted, I was none the wiser, and in no state to push this any further. Wobbling to my feet and making my way juddering to the front. There were no other passengers, no luggage.“Did I have a bag? Must have?”Turning, “Bag?”A shrug was the answer, he glared as I peered at the ...
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