Fantasy
Ripples Across The Universe
On a moonless night, where sea and sky melded into one vast, dark expanse, two lovers found themselves wrapped in an embrace that defied the fleeting nature of stolen moments. Glen, lost in the intimacy of that embrace, couldn't discern where the horizon met the sea. The water beneath the boat seemed to dissolve the boundaries of his reality, leaving him suspended between the depths below and the vastness above.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Hands of a Sailor
I settled into my seat across from Dobie, captivated by the glint in his eye as he began weaving his tale of surviving the treacherous Turtling hurricane. While I suspected some embellishments were at play, I was eager to hear the story of a seasoned raconteur. The starry night sky above, the warm breeze against my cheek, and the gentle rocking of our ketch in the tide's ebb created the perfect ambiance.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Story of False Gods
The ship's log would go down in history stating that Captain John Tanner was the first to set foot on the newfound lands. But history, as often noted, can be more fiction than fact. Tanner was a pragmatist, a man who valued survival over the hollow ideals of bravery and honor. His crew, largely made up of convicts and misfits pressed into naval service, would describe him as reliable, though this praise was given cautiously, devoid of further embellishments.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Eclipse that Almost Wasn't
Elisa Jones had always harbored a deep desire to witness an eclipse, a passion kindled by her father, James. He would often share tales of the 1989 eclipse in Baja, Mexico—a journey etched in her father's memory. Although she was merely two at the time, her father would recount every detail of their family trip to witness the celestial spectacle.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Perfectionist's Eclipse
The director was infamous for his perfectionism, a trait that constantly irked his crew. He demanded take after take, striving for nothing less than perfection. Now, with his most promising film nearing its end, they faced their final night shoot, set in the desert on the roof of a car, featuring a boy and a girl.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Adventures in Space
In the vast expanse of the universe, a realm teeming with enigmatic wonders that remain largely uncharted, a sleek spaceship zoomed through at hyper-speed. It carried two intrepid explorers: Captain Finnian, the fearless space photographer renowned for capturing the universe's unseen beauty, and his devoted assistant Quixly. Fresh from their triumphant return from their inaugural expedition, where they garnered both fame and accolades, the insatiable wanderlust that afflicts every true adventurer beckoned them once more. With heartfelt farewells to their loved ones, they embarked on another voyage, seeking unseen vistas and unphotographed spectacles.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Astrologer
The soft crackling of sand was the only sound that accompanied the helmsman, left alone after the crew sought refuge below deck. Amidst the solitude, only the dwarf stood at the helm, his thoughts wandering across the horizon. Responsibility for the night's events would fall squarely on his shoulders, save for a man and a woman trying to cheat their shipmates with a game of dice.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Star
In a universe once teeming with stars, it was long believed that the number of stars far outnumbered the souls that had ever inhabited it. However, that notion had become outdated. Most of the stars had perished, extinguished by a force that left entire galaxies in shadow. Yet, whispers persisted among the last remnants of humanity that a few stars still gleamed like diamonds in a vast desert, guiding the souls of those lost in the void. Yet, even these stars faced the encroaching darkness.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Fishing Adventure
"Hand me the line," Josh called out, adjusting his fishing rod. Fishing was foreign to me; the term "line" was just a piece of rope in my mind. His backpack was filled with a variety of oddities: small toys, metal balls, worms, all meticulously organized in clear containers. Not understanding their purpose, I handed him the entire bag.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
