It was a dreary night, the drizzling rain pouring a pessimistic gloom over the harbor. The dissonance of the distant ship bells swept across the harbor, a cryptic message for my listening ears. The policeman stood with me, his right hand on my shoulder. His other hand held a lantern, facilitating our midnight vigil. Slowly, the infamous ship slid past, its awful deeds implied by its gleaming guns and bloody decks. Even now, the tattered shreds of the Jolly Roger hung on the mast, its skull smiling with an unwarranted levity.
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Random Writing Exercises
Short StoryJust some random things I've written to practice, whether in class or on my own. Bivouac was just a word of the day idea, and The Ballad was just a random metaphor I used to explain something to one of my friends. The last four were timed, so they a...
