Bring Us the Stars

This is a little story I wrote one night a few years back. I was feeling emotional, so I opened up a blank word document, put an instrumental version of "My Heart Will Go On" on repeat, and just let my typing fingers do their thing.

Here is the result.

But I am seriously so proud of this story. It's the shortest I've ever written, but I poured my damn heart into it. To me it's a story about love and loss, the quest for peace and happiness in a world of suffering, society's injustices, the bitterness of mortality, and so much more.

It also has quite a few steampunk elements to it, because who doesn't love some steampunk every now and then?

Anyway, I don't want to say too much more here since it IS such a short story, and I'm afraid any further description would just spoil it. I'd rather let the story speak for itself.

I've modified this story a bit from its original version which can be found here http://www.quailbellmagazine.com/the-unreal/short-story-it-was-called-the-ship-of-dreams under the title "It Was Called the Ship of Dreams".

I hope you enjoy :)