Adrift Stories

Laura, a 26-year-old woman who feels adrift in life, moves to her country house for a few days in the summer. During her stay, she feels nostalgic for her adolescence and begins to remember those days there. Remembering the best friend she lost, Ana, Laura wonders if her sixteen-year-old self would agree with the woman she is now. English translation of "A la deriva" made by yours truly.

She was never supposed to survive the sea. And that's where he found her. Nagkataon lang ba ang lahat? o talagang itinakda ng alon na dalhin siya papunta sa kanya?

Adrift in wander By james a. galgano Here an endless trail of bleached bones lead of into horizons by design Often traced by perplexed face peering off into where sunset bends With no clear destination ever in clear sight one often waits for a sign Drawn within passing clouds or upon unchartered sea who's current blends. Into each twist and turn of inclement wave gathering strength yet quickly subsides Upon bated breath fishing for lost souls adrift as we often find ourselves to be In endless search for distant rainbow's bend well beyond all apparent light There darkness gathers to pretend to discover a guiding star above shining bright. Leading us to some fateful destination we never imagined beyond wildest dreams. Hoping for some welcoming port or friendly harbor to welcome our entry so serene.

Adrift Among Life's Clouds of Wonder Adrift we search alone as ever By james a. galgano Time lies where it lives within this empty soul never to find. What dreams will never be within such lost foolish mind? Forever haunted from dawn until night as if worried soul impolite Driven by grandeur within whose hopes one often will never incline. Upon every hill undaunted we seek distance above by no design Drawn in anguish or by words best left unread or unwritten while fed By a hunger now forever unfed by a distant hope well written but never read Here is where such wayward wander lingers beyond unwritten page so inclines. As if by chance one day words foolishly written were unread once upon a time Yet who am I or we never met though this be wondrous dream if ever come true Alas we are forever bereft by such wandering lies upon life's long lost avenues © 9 mins ago, James a. Galgano rhyme

A tale of fear versus hope, pain versus endurance, and a people lost in space, trying to find their way home. [WINNER of wattpad scifi prompt April 2018: Beacon] [Featured in NanoBytes: A Scifi Short Story Anthology]

We all think we know what freedom is . . . until we're alone with nothing but the horizon.

What happens when you get stuck on a desert island alone? You fight for survival and so your best to get off right? What happens if, two days after you get stranded, a guy you met once gets stranded on the same island? A mess. But maybe a mess with a happy ending? We'll see.

Adrift in the endless expanse of space, humanity's last great civilization ship, the Indiana, stumbles upon a beacon that renews hope for the wanderers. Until they open it of course. This little story became the origin story to a novel that I have been working on for a while. It's intended for a Sci-Fi contest and is under 1k words. Please leave comments/feedback!

A fifteen-year old finds himself alone and adrift in a mysterious spacecraft, floating in a mysterious world comprised only of sky. After spending three months alone, he comes across another ship. The ship's pilot claims to be in the same situation as him, but is she telling the entire truth. They must put all their differences aside in order to locate the exit to the strange skyland they find themselves in.

They say that when you drown, your lungs feel like they're on fire. The longer you hold your breath, the more pain you feel. The icy waters caressing your skin like a mother to her newborn; the longer you hold your breath, the more pain you feel. You have a choice, keep holding, or succumb to the water and let her take you into her depths.

Passing by the edge of cold winter, Until the days of the spring, Until the days of the flower blossoms, Please stay, please stay there a little longer.

Just a collection of various poems I've written over the past several years.

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