A Reunion - Fun for Writers Prompt #5 by MagentaCooly, literature
Literature
A Reunion - Fun for Writers Prompt #5
(This week's prompt: An unexpected visitor.) Captain Harrison bid the night watchman good evening and closed the door to his cabin behind him. It had been a good day, all things considered. The sails were full all hours of the morning, every shipmate had executed their duties to a t keeping them on schedule, and the usual supply run was beyond successful. The men had feasted that evening leaving them full and singing songs all the way to bed. Harrison lit an oil lamp as he marveled at his current place in life. Once, only a skinny cabin boy, had soon become a first mate after saving the Captain’s life, and now the Captain himself. The boys would be glad to know that tomorrow, after morning prayers, they’d be heading for home. “Excited for shore leave, Captain?” The voice was raspy like the night wind and just as unforgiving. Captain Harrison whirled in surprise. At first all he could see was darkness outside the light of the lantern, then he noticed a pair of boots propped up on
A Reunion - Fun for Writers Prompt #5 by MagentaCooly, literature
Literature
A Reunion - Fun for Writers Prompt #5
(This week's prompt: An unexpected visitor.) Captain Harrison bid the night watchman good evening and closed the door to his cabin behind him. It had been a good day, all things considered. The sails were full all hours of the morning, every shipmate had executed their duties to a t keeping them on schedule, and the usual supply run was beyond successful. The men had feasted that evening leaving them full and singing songs all the way to bed. Harrison lit an oil lamp as he marveled at his current place in life. Once, only a skinny cabin boy, had soon become a first mate after saving the Captain’s life, and now the Captain himself. The boys would be glad to know that tomorrow, after morning prayers, they’d be heading for home. “Excited for shore leave, Captain?” The voice was raspy like the night wind and just as unforgiving. Captain Harrison whirled in surprise. At first all he could see was darkness outside the light of the lantern, then he noticed a pair of boots propped up on
Burdened (By Creativity) by EncryptedOS, literature
Literature
Burdened (By Creativity)
Creativity. Lord, take it away. I can’t live if I can’t create. Lord, give it back. I can’t live if I can’t create. I couldn’t live if I couldn’t create? If I couldn’t create. Where would I be if I couldn’t create? Would I do something fun? Would I meet new people? Would I cease all this self-conscious nonsense? Where would I be if I couldn’t create. Where would I be if I couldn’t create? Would I be on my own? Would I be alone? Would I have a friend I could share my interests with? Where would I be if I couldn’t create. “Where,” indeed. I’d likely be exactly where I am. Productive in one sense. Stagnant in another. Moving in one direction while going nowhere. Where would I be if I couldn’t create. Where, oh, where. Am I here? Am I there? Where? This burden is too much for one to carry. Why would You bestow it upon me? I abuse it daily. I don’t know how to use it. How can I bring glory to The Creator when my own creativity fizzles out so easily? It drives me mad. My mind, urging
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