It would be fun, my sorority sisters said. A cruise to nowhere. Departing Friday, cruising south toward the Carolinas, then turning around, returning Sunday. Partying. Food. Dancing. Fun. Money I didn’t really have, but why not. It was only a few hundred bucks in the late 80s. I was 21. Living at home with a hoarder mother. I had no idea what I was going to do with my life.

As we were led to our...

“Finally!” Woyd said, tossing his luggage anywhere in the room. He leaped on the bed in relief, feeling his back cracking in a good way. “No more random calls for a while. No more slapping cuffs on people’s wrists, or heavy investigations…”

“Am I not something you’re relief to see too?” Vania questioned, sitting her luggage next to the bed, then lying next to her husband.

Woyd glanced over at ...

“And now, please welcome… Lola Starbuuuuurst!” said the host into the mic, his voice booming across the auditorium.

The audience clapped and whistled as Lola Starburst walked on stage, clad in a canary-yellow, lycra dress, diamantes, and a huge yellow feather boa.

“Let’s hear Lola’s dulcet tones then, shall we?” Harry said, slurring his words a little. His lips tried to find his curly, pink cock...

That September was a particularly hard one. It meant that Charlie had been dead for a fourth of the time that he had been alive, and that Babs had been living without him for a fifth of the time she had been alive. It also marked the twin’s fourth birthday. They were turning into great kids with great personalities. Brevyn and Abigail decided to take them on the very first cruise. They figured the...

Racing towards the ship

Like a car towards the finish line

The massive storm hit

As fast as a chill runs up a spine

It cast a deluge of rain

And massive waves upon them

They first slammed against the stern

Then up against the bow stem

The ship rocked along

The suddenly changing current

It swayed left and right

Like a slithering serpent

One massive wave

Dragged the massive boat

Down into the de...

The gulls float on the inward coastal breeze. Perfectly content with their position in the world. Up high, above the waters break. Not letting the force of the open ocean winds push them back. Instead, they sit in suspended animation, awaiting for the perfect time where the winds push them on. It’s a funny thing, watching birds. It isn’t any different than people. We go about life the same way, up...

The ship stalled for a moment at the sight of smoke. It had not been on the island before, as the ship travelled slowly between the frigid waterway somewhere near Sweden. The harsh islands were plentiful but for the most part, uninhabited and uninhabitable. This one was a huge spite of black rock, jutting into the crystal clear sky. A small forest covered half of the island, the roots finding some...

Day 46

Feels like I’m supposed to start this with ‘Captain’s Log’ or something. But I’m not the captain. The Captain is not really the captain anymore—No one captain’s an object that simply floats with the tide—and she has long since given up on providing us with updates or reassuring words of sea-wisdom.

We just float.

And float.

The strange thing is that I don’t even know why I’m still writ...

COViD 19 oh nooooo...

It starts with

Gentle waves

Rocking ship

Kind winds

And goes to

Rising currents

Raging seas

Biting breezes

Then ends up

Broken rails

Floating lives

Sunken remains...