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From Sea to Sand
THE COLD AIR bit my skin. I broke through the shield of sea water, gasping for air and tasted salt on my lips. I felt my stomach turn. How long had I been in the water, getting further and further away from the shore? My hands stretched out, my fingers longing to get a hold of the floating piece of wood in front of me. The tips of my fingers missed the wood by a centimeter, and I kicked my legs, trying to get closer. Salty sea water sprayed caroused my face as soon as my hand slapped the piece of wood, grabbing it and pulling it closer to me.The last thing I heard before I slipped underneath t...
Escaping Havelock
Escaping HavelockMaitie was as beautiful as the Havelock Island of India, her face was as calm as the cool sea-breeze and her eyes were shiny like the scorching sun, her skin was like the tanned sand of Havelock and her hair swayed swiftly like the lofty palm trees which she used to tie up with the joined petiole of the leaves, She was very young about sixteen years old. Maitie and her clan used to inhabit the south-west region of the archipelagoes which was away from tourists as they thought that they were very threatening to their livelihood. One day Maitie was making trinkets with her grand...
Lost at Sea
I emerge from the depths of the great blue sea, only to find that my clothes are torn and ragged, and that my left knee is bleeding. As I crawl upon the shore, breathing heavily, I notice I have arrived on a lonesome deserted island. The harsh sun nearly blinded me as I looked up at the sky. A parade of white puffy clouds quietly crept across the horizon, occasionally blocking the relentless sun. I then look back at the ocean. I spot floating planks of rusted broken wood pieces floating about, bobbing up and dowwww.onedoor.ccn in the water. What exactly happened here?Alas, I did not remember how I got stran...
Tech Dump
««« Warning: Language, sexual innuendo »»»I was awakened by a wailing alarm. My dream fingers had been on a course for that lacy bra strap. In reality, I’m lying alone and groggy with my nethers as stiff as a vintage joystick. The alarm quieted. I glared at the helicopter gadget hovering above my bed. It’s the size of a golf ball and rooted into my brain through a transmitter chip in my left temple—my ZeeBudd, Charli.What’s a ZeeBudd? Wow, you must either be someone who kills and cooks their own food or old enough to remember tapping a cell phone screen. ZeeBudds are government control masked ...