The churning motion of the sea (451 hits)
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Submitted by Tj Wilk <no_blank_spaces.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2007-12-08 09:25:33 EST
The Churning motion of the sea brought strange, colourful images to my eyes. The movement of water is a very beautiful thing; I can watch water for hours allowing the cold tides to wash these painful thoughts out of my head, these thorough confusions and complex tribulations. Staring into the depth of the water I felt very, very lonely.
Fire is another one of those beautiful natural things I can gaze upon; it dances with a cruel grace, whispering secrets and solutions that solve nothing. I turned around and could see the large floodlights at the top of the ship come on, blasting harsh artificial colour into the quickly fading light. These lights where not at all like fires so I quickly turned to face the waves once more.
A cold wind from far off lands tore through my hair and clothes, penetrating to my bones, making me shiver. I wrapped my black overcoat tighter around myself and lit a cigarette. Taking a long drag I allowed the lethal heat to flow through my body. My Auntie wouldn't approve of me smoking, so I decided to finish my pack before I reached the mainland. For a while I just stood at the railing staring at the sea and smoking my cigarette. An intercom buzzed behind me and the smooth voice of a woman sounded over the speakers;
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Lutitia is about to submerge, please clear the decks and make your way to the..."
I stopped listening, I had heard this many times already, and I knew what to do. Slowly I opened my right hand and allowed the wind to sweep my half finished cigarette out off my palm. I watched it fall to the water and imagined it was I that was falling. I smiled I'm flying.
"Hey! You wanna drown?" A gruff voice sounded from behind me, I turned to see an overweight man in a heavy coat. Who knows? I thought as I followed the man through the ships airlock. The man kept talking to me and I replied absentmindedly when it was my turn to speak. Soon he was taking a left down a corridor, so I took a right. My journey brought me to a large window looking out at the deck of the ship. I could see where I stood minutes ago and I wished I was back outside. A strange feeling of inertia rushed through me and I felt the ship sink. The cold waters swelled onto the deck, filling all previously dry places and cleaning the deck of its grime. An empty cup, like those you get from a coffee machine, caught my eye. I watched it get picked up and surrounded by an infinite mass of water. Its strange dance disturbed me but I kept watching it, bounce up and down, swirl from side to side and sink. The water steadily rose as the ship submerged quite quickly. Soon I was staring into a turbid mix of green seawater. It coated the windows like wallpaper; looking into it was a futile as staring at a black piece of paper for detail. It confused my depth perception and crowded my mind. I stepped back from the window and walked in the direction of the 'grand food hall'. I wasn't hungry, but I needed space. The food hall was one of the largest spaces inside the ship.
The entrance to the hall was very wide; I walked through without bumping into the mass of patrons flowing in and out. The hall looked much more like an artificial cavern than its name implied. It was indeed grand though, and beautifully lit, although there where no actual flames. There were many tables and many food vendors selling vast quantities of different foods. I walked along the edge of the hall avoiding the hopeful glances of the shop owners. Finally I came to a collection of lounges and seats. Many people where sitting down, sipping expensive coffees and telling personal stories. I took a place on a long purple couch in front of a large viewing screen, displaying old films with the sound turned right down. I watched the screen, making no attempt to understand the film or the emotions behind it. For some time a sat until a couple sat beside me and began declaring their undying love for each other. The smell of wine floated from them and dived into my nostrils. I decided I needed a drink. As I got up the woman shot me an angry look, as if I had been rude or something. I disregarded her in an instant and walked towards a small bar in the corner. The bartender smiled at me and I made my order. Once my glass was filled I took a stool towards the side of the bar and stared into my drink. The ice cubes bobbed up and down nudging one another as the couple had earlier. This is what started all this in the first place I thought angrily as I looked into the alcohol. Nevertheless I drained my glass and walked back to the couches. This time I took an armchair. From my position I could see the entrance of the Hall in the distance and many strange people in various stages of revelry go about their business. Deep sadness overtook me and I clenched the muscles in my back and my legs.
As I walked out of the hall I saw a very beautiful girl seated at one of the outer tables. She had short black hair and deep green eyes. She smiled at me as she raised her glass to her mouth. I thought of long forgotten times and of love. Suddenly I wanted to scream. Instead I smiled back at her and walked out of the Hall. I made my way back to my cabin and opened the door, disturbing the darkness within. I closed the door behind me and embraced the dark. I found my way to my bed and lay down, contemplating new thoughts a change in my situation.
Sleep rose over me quickly and I vanished into a dark world. In my dreams I saw three mountains covered in rainforests. When I woke up it was still very early but I was no longer physically tired. My mind on the other hand was drained. Slowly I walked up the flights of stairs till I reached the airlock. From the green light on the door I could see that the ship was no longer submerged. I walked out onto the wet deck and came towards the railing of the ship. The sun had not yet come to this sea. I stood for ten minutes looking out at the horizon. I felt the cold wind on my back.
I climbed up the railing and stood on the edge of the ship holding onto a light pole. I began to cry. For quite some time I stared into the sea from this height. I looked around me and smiled. I jumped off the railing into the embrace of the wind. Throwing my arms out from my body I caught the wind with my body, it wasn't rough or painful. Plunging towards the sea far below I laughed out loud.
I'm Flying!
The sun rose spreading its light across the tumbling and churning waves. It was a beautiful day.
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-12-09 06:28:19 EST (#)
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Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-12-08 20:30:01 EST (#)
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I'm hungover, so WTFINRAT, as I have it on good authority that it would make my eyes bleed.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2007-12-08 18:54:49 EST (#)
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Submitted by triangle_man (user info) at 2007-12-08 12:46:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I like the submarine passenger ship.
you shouldn't litter though even if you're going to kill yourself
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-12-08 10:44:17 EST (#)
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What Saccy said...
Submitted by sadie73 (user info) at 2007-12-08 10:38:33 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
seen bettter writing on bathrom walls.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2007-12-08 10:03:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Some of your word choices/lines are awkward- "The smell of wine floated from them and dived into my nostrils" but some of your imagery is very good- "dances with a cruel grace." You need a good proofread for better paragraphing and punctuation, but it's a decent read.