Sudden throbbing pain, first in the nose then in the brain.
Body feels weightless and heavy all the same.
Gasping, lungs filling quickly.
Hesitant eyes open, only darkness can be seen.
Pulse drumming a rhythmless beat.
Debris painfully ripping numb flesh.
Limbs moving frantically,
Surface breaks.
Cannon and gunfire reverberate the night.
Reflections of flames ricochet on the waves.
Bodies surround me.
An angel gazes down from the prow, disapprovingly.
Shouts of triumph ring out.
The other bow glides to its icy grave.
A rope smacks down beside me,
Resume fate.
“Captain are you alright?” a man shouts.
All eyes now on me.
About the Creator
JL Moe
I have been writing for as long as I can remember. Although life took me down a completely different path, I am completing degrees in Computer Science and Forensic Science, writing has been my passion that never waned.
Craft Over Catharsis Challenge Winners
Craft Over Catharsis? What the hell does that even mean? The phrase came out of a curation meeting as a genuine question. We had been noticing that many challenge entries, across prompts, naturally gravitate toward trauma, grief, and personal reckoning. That makes sense. Writing is often cathartic. It's one of the ways we process what we've lived through.
By Vocal Curation Team6 days ago in Resources
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