Fruitless

This day is fruitless. No words of wisdom. No words for stories. Only a little chaos inside my head. Chaos that had sneaked into this house of mine. In my fridge. On my desk. In the heart of mine.

Sailor

The storm rolled over the sea, lifting the waves against the schooner, swallowing it whole and spitting it out against the rocks, tattered to bones.

Bodies floated next to the shore, welcoming in the sharks. Their fins cut the water in half. He watched them eat his shipmate...