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When the Ship Stopped Sailing
Edmund Fitzgerald had always enjoyed his life at sea. As a child, his parents would take him down to the beach to play in the sand and surf. His soft, curly brown hair tousled in the gentle sea breeze. He never minded. The old and quiet harbor of the fishing port they called home, supplied Edmund and this family with just the right amount of contentment. Being that Edmund came from a poorer disposition, he learned to value what little he could have. Just before his father died in a boating accident while working, he taught him how to sail. Even though he was only seven, Edmund took to the sport quickly. The wealthy owner of the fishing business his father worked at let them borrow his own sailing cruiser, but it cost his father two days’ pay each time.
By Emily Wohlstadter5 years ago in Horror
The Assortment of Eyes
"Don't look, just keep your eyes peeled." Awakened with a shudder by those words ringing in my skull like a sword's blade being endlessly and savagely forged, the smell of sulphur permeates my being as if my heart was instead a massive black hole sucking in every known thing, including this foul smell. My body aches as if pummeled by oxen, yet I feel light as a feather. The air is heavy and moist. A sinister electricity is somehow felt. Doom feels incredibly imminent.
By Archbishop Alchemy 5 years ago in Horror
The Crow's Nest
(Excerpts from the journal of William Goodsir, the only crew member found on The Artemis) 19th of May 1806 It’s been three days since the mutiny aboard the Artemis, but our fortune is no better than under the short-lived leadership of Captain Dontez. After Captain Zissou died during the storm just over a fortnight ago, Dontez naturally took his place being the first mate. However, days later as the winds stopped and the sea grew as still as death, Samael began to speak of a Jonah aboard. He began in general whispers amongst the crew as we worked at first. Few of the men gave his claim much merit, but as the days went on without the winds return, they began to listen. He marked Dontez as the Jonah, making accusations against him of murder to improve his rank. I, who have sailed under Dontez since the turn of the century, couldn’t believe it. He had always been an honorable man, and never had I met such a devout God-fearing man out at sea. Regardless, even the most skeptical of the crew began to come around to Samael’s line of thinking as the days turned to weeks and the winds had yet to return. Of the twenty-four able bodied seamen aboard, he had the support of all but three, Magnus, Paul, and myself. He also had the support of the carpenter Hickey and cook Crozier as well leaving few left to support Dontez. Those of us who did simply stayed out the way the day Samael took over the ship, Dontez was asleep when Crozier cut his throat, as was the second mate. Dontez’s first mate Edgar was on watch when they came for him, he was stabbed in the back then thrown overboard by the seaman on duty. After all was done Samael gathered everyone on deck to announce his appointment as Captain to the cheers of most of the men. Now three days after, still with no wind in our sails, as well as the men going through what’s left of our food and spirits with no regard to rations, I fear this may only be the beginning of our sorrows. Therefore, I have set about making a record of events to ensure an account of things so should we not make it back to port, any whom may find this will know the truth of our fate.
By Jarred S Baker5 years ago in Horror
Precious Memories
Walter wanted to meet his mother. He heard a choir singing. “In the stillness... A summer breeze east of the river cooled the hairs on his neck. Tears rushed to his amber eyes. They were unexplainable. Massive cherrywood doors, splintered in the corners, with golden handles introduced the Freedom Temple of Good Hope. As a boy, his authority figures brought him here. To witness, to warn. They were never truly his parents. They raised Walter, yes, but his blood beat elsewhere. The first time they took him to the churchhouse, he was five. He sobbed until his eyes burned red. They could barely tear his tiny frame from the threshing floor. Walter was tethered to something there and not there.
By Marquis D. Gibson5 years ago in Horror
Stone Unturned: DAN
The bright lights of the ER were almost blinding to Dan. The pain he suffered during the fall had somewhat subsided and even the slight headache had lessen in its intensity. His phone was completely dead and he hadn't had a chance to call Fancy.
By MICHELLE SHAAY 5 years ago in Horror
Old Man Viking Vs. The Kraken
My grandfather tells me many stories when I visit him, tales of Vikings and forgotten legends. Some of them are funny, like how Loki once tricked Thor into attempting to lift the Midgard Serpent, a gargantuan beast that encircles the entire Earth and bites its own tail (keeping the planet in balance and held together), which he had disguised as a kitten. One of the most interesting tales is the story of Odin and his two ravens, Huginn and Munnin, that would circle the Earth and report back to him every day.
By Violet Fugere5 years ago in Horror
Free Sample
The morning was going about as well as any Monday morning went for Ernie except it wasn’t Monday, it was Tuesday. When his alarm went off, he hit the snooze, except he didn’t, he turned his alarm off completely. If it wasn’t for his roommate, Chris, slamming his bedroom door, he wouldn’t have woken up on time.
By Gunner A. Bush5 years ago in Horror
Alone on the Ocean
Entry One 14/06/1719 A castaway, I have been adrift, no oars, no navigation, just some rations and the endless ocean for two days. My ship sank and my fellow crewmen are presumably dead. When we fell under attack, I had readied a lifeboat and what rations I could. As everyone was preparing to abandon ship, a cannonball struck our mast which toppled and forced the lifeboat I was in to fall. When my small boat struck the water, the oars flew out and became lost to me. While the pirates murdered my crewmen, raided and sunk our ship, I drifted away...silently.
By L. A. McCullough5 years ago in Horror
