Water -(1)a colorless, transparent, odorless, tasteless liquid that forms the seas, lakes, rivers, and rain and is the basis of the fluids of living organisms(2)one of the four elements in ancient and medieval philosophy and in astrology
Home is where the heart is. Where, then, could it be if the heart is a constant moving force that moves and pushes and pulls and flies and always comes back?
I have sailed across a thousand seas, and yet, I have not found home. I have emerged victorious from a battle against a raging ocean, and have still not found home. I have travelled without anyone by my side for nearly a century; never have I missed a place with enough longing to call it home.
I was born in an enclosed space above the Atlantic, turning the wheels which turned the gears that began my life. The first time I was greeted with land, I had lived for nearly a half century, and it was a most unpleasant feeling. That in of itself should have told me what the terra firma of the world meant to me; I did not heed the warnings and instead made to forge my own path, on land on sea, in air in fire.
People saw me as a god, a holy being who could do anything and everything—I was not, no matter what words I whispered into their ears and their minds, I was no more a god than a fish was a shark.
It didn't matter what I did, I was never struck by the serendipity that I had so hoped for. Zemblanity, one of the men under my command offered, wherein I would receive no unexpected but wonderful surprises in my life; it was a fitting word that I despised with every fundamental force that kept my being from splitting into a vastness that could rival space.
Yet, throughout all my travels, all my conquests, all my life and love, there has always been an element that kept me...grounded. Strange, considering the element was water. Humans decided to quantify it once, called it H2O, but really, they should have stayed with their primitive thinking. Water is the most infinite thing that I could ever imagine. It followed me every where, like a bloodhound with a scent, and it never left me, despite all attempts on my part.
Water was that constant, that always stuck with me no matter what. And I think that is something I could call home without a second thought to the contrary.
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General FictionThat's literally all there is to this. It's a collection of fairly unrelated short stories that I wrote in my free time and kind of like enough to share with the rest of you. Each story revolves around a word and each word means something to someone...
