The night sky. Painted black, and flecked with sparkles. A lone ship sailed with the wind. The sails full, gentle sound of waves. All was peaceful.
The sailor stared out into the water, leaning against the rail. Deep blackness stared back. Wind in his face, thoughts in his head.
If only we knew what was in his mind in his last moments.
The gentle night was briefly disturbed by a splash in the water.
The ship sailed on.
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عشوائيSince I am unable to write a complete story, I'll just compile old story pieces, and compose new ones, here. Edit. I'm just gonna post any creative writings that I find. Be it poems, story beginnings, verses, whatever. Enjoy.
