Write a story inspired by this image. You can use the imagery directly, or you could use it as a metaphor for a theme in your story.
“Heh? Jack Sparrows ship,” Winter questions.
”Does this look like the black pearl to you,” Katherine asks, as her dragon screeches in agreement.
”Well I'm sorry! It's not everyday that your friend saves you from drowning. Oh and the fact, THAT YOUR DRAGON WAS HIT BY A FLYING SHIP,” Winter yells.
”Your welcome,” Katherine smiles.
— earlier —
”AHHHHHHH WHAT THE HECK,” Winter screams. One second...
As Thailakain came back up to the deck of the ship, he looked around at his surroundings and saw; land.
What happened, thought Thailakain.
As the other crew members came up from the ship’s hold, they were all surprised by the new view in front them. Soon chatter was spreading throughout the crew and some people were getting worked up about it and others were panicking. He saw the captain get on ...
Sand everywhere… this is the sea I love.
No cold water soaking you, or a cold breeze blowing in your face. Just smooth warm sand for the ship to slide through.
“Captain! We’ve spotted them!”
I turned around and walked up to my first mate Cairy, my buckled boots clicking with each step. She handed me the eye glass and I honed in on the trespassers, their ships flag the color of blood.
A growl ro...
Red sand dunes spread out as far as the eye could see. Burnt orange and faded red, colored by both mother nature and the blood spilled over years of treacherous crossings.
The winds shifted and granules blew over each other, hiding the relics of carnage. The mast creaked as the sail pulled along the dusty sea.
The call came from above where Amber stood in the crow’s nest, avia...
We are unable to move forward.
We are stuck, we suffocate.
The world is too heavy.
The air is too light.
We are unable to sail in the sand.
Yet we keep trying.
But we’re not getting anywhere.
We are unable to live.
We are unable to die.
We are swimming in the sand.
But we drown in the desert....
Most ships sail the ocean.
This ship sails the sand dunes.
It will arise from the sun as though out of no where. Floating over the dunes fast as light. The ship will crush anything in its path.
The humans on the ship are pirates, not searching for gold but searching for power. Taking over kingdoms and leaving one of thier men in charge.
Someday the world will be at its knees because of these pi...
(I do not own Atla or any of there characters)
I rode into a small town on my ostrich horse. I saw four earth kingdom soldiers gambling. I walked over to the nearest stand.
“Can I get a bag of feed and something hot to eat?” I asked putting two copper pieces on the counter.
“You don’t have enough for a full meal,” said the man “but I can get you two bags of feed.” I nodded just as a raw egg fle...
Like old gum on your shoe
when you just bought these shoes
Like a car in a traffic jam
when everybody has to turn at the same part and the light is way too short
You have to stay put,
you can’t even wiggle your way through
Like walls pushing against you every way you turn
suffocating but your lungs are fine
stuck. stuck. stuck.
your head feels like it’s about to burst...
My eyes stung as wind whipped sand through the sails. I adjusted my head scarf, pulling it up higher on my nose. It wreaked of sweat but it was better then the alternative; swallowing sand with a dry mouth and throat.
It had been over a week with nothing but shifting dunes.
Moral was low.
So low that crew with no control were beginning to side glance those gifted with sand-bending. As though ...
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