Wail of Whales

Wail of Whales

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published יום ד׳, דצמ׳ 31, 2025
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Fantasy
LGBTQIA+
Science Fiction
Why does a whale wail? Because in the vast silence of a dying world, it still hopes someone is listening. Hunted by kingdoms, haunted by memories, and constantly watched by ancient eyes. Our whales trudge through this world despite the waves pushing back. But beneath the rot and ruin, something still calls-soft as starlight, heavy as grief. A home. Not the one they lost, but the one they might yet build before time runs out. This is a story about those who remember death- and choose, again and again, to keep living. And of a whale who wails, still hoping to be heard.
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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