Not lost, not forgotten…just on another page.
Here I am, re-blogging one of my own posts. This is a short story I wrote for Word Press’ course, Fiction 101,, in April 2015. Hope my readers will enjoy the story.
[WRITING 101–DAY FOUR: Something that I had once but lost.]
We are back in the days of the sailing ships powered by great billowing canvas panels, dependent on wind power. I am not sure of the year, or even the type of sailing vessel. It may have been a great Clipper Ship, or a fast-treacherous slaver, or a grand warship complete with cannons. Maybe it was one of those Egyptian ships run by man-power, rowers whose jobs depended on their keeping rhythm, and almost super-human strength and durability.
But no, my sense of adventure and grandeur is getting ahead of me here, and in truth I believe the ship that I am on is actually a medium-size fishing vessel. The chances are my knowledge of fishing and shipping is limited by lack of years…I’m only 15. Except for basic techniques and words of caution from my father and uncles, my brothers…
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