Thunder mumbled on the misty horizon as the boy boarded the ship.
'Twas not so bad, the boy thought, to be going on a voyage in the middle of a storm.
The sea had a strange dramatic beauty, with its towering white caps that threatened to overturn the ship, and the occasional lightning strike that illuminated the dark waves.
Standing, more like clinging to the deck in the midst of this storm, he willed his stomach to calm.
His attempt was futile; the contents of his stomach forced their way up and splattered over the wooden deck.
Amongst the stinking mess was a gold key, about the size of his little finger.
He took the key carefully, but it fell into the abyss.
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Consequences I : Utopia
HumorConsequences – the game where we write a short story by passing it around a table. Each person takes it in turns to write a line. To make it more interesting, they can only see the one line before theirs. Everything else, including the start of the...
