As the hazy light filtered through the trees, sunset layed down over the wetlands. I did my best to paddle fast, my canoe creaking along with my paddle. Damn! I knew I should’ve brought a spare! My paddle cracked and split in two, the bottom piece floating out of reach, teasing me, saying
“You’ll never get me, you fool!”
Everything was going wrong! This stupid trip was turning into a disaster! Mo...
The hazy light filled the air. I paddled the kayak a little faster. All I could see was grey fog surrounding me. Creatures bumped into the kayak and it gently swayed. I felt a gentle bump as my kayak jolted, almost knocking me out of the boat. I made my way through the swamp, trees and vines extending out of the water, damp and wet. Something gripped my paddle. Piranhas.
As the hazy light filtered through the trees, Hami released a sigh of relief. It was as if she’d been holding her breath for the last mile along this river. The Salopeng. 56 miles of rushing waters from East to West. It’s what separates antiquity from industry; and farmers from the city. Hami thanks God that the sun is finally rising, but it will be a little while longer before she can embrace it’...
The water vibrates through the sticks of trees that grow leaves only through the eyes of the mist
Lets focus on the sun that rises above the horizon mists now that I know I see the clouds of hope were there is no doubt about the mist or tanny view I just looked up and saw the day was new...
As a hazy light filters through the trees, I see a little figure sitting in a small boat.
The boat rocks gently while the water whispers beneath it. I watch the little figure sit stonily in the boat. Quietly pushing my oars through the water, I glide just a bit closer to the majestic scene.
As though aware of my presence, the figure turns. It’s a stout woman, standing not so tall. Despite her ...
As the hazy light filtered through the trees growing from the shallow lake, an unassuming man sits in his rowboat; fishing pole in hand. The sun hung low in the orange sky, with plants stretching up above the early morning fog to receive its golden light. The fisherman had his straw hat draped over his tired old eyes, seeming to be entirely unaware of his surroundings.
Water ripples against the shoreline. He watches with baited breath, head cocked, eyes transfixed on the gentle waves. The subtle way of the water, as it’s pushed ashore creating movement in the grass. This intrigues him.
“Something changes the waters.” He signals to his friend. Then picks her up and carries her up a tree. Where they sit silently, blending with the stillness that surrounds this pl...
As the hazy light filtered through the trees like rich coffee into a pot of frothing milk, Talulah Hart fiddled with the warped wooden handle as it slipped and slid away from her fingertips as though it were drenched with the tears and mucus of some tricky goblin from a children’s story. When the old fashioned lock finally gave in she felt into the familiar dryness of bilge, it was even collecting...
As the hazy light filtered through the trees, I saw a man sitting on a boat.
He did not appear to be of our people, his clothing and demeanour indicating a different kind of origin.
Their boat drifts this way.
We arise from our hiding spots and prepare to confront them. We don’t receive uninvited guests kindly, and we certainly didn’t invite whoever this is.
