The tip of the lead hits the paper. Sarah stares at the blank page. The blank page that represented the opposite of how her mind was. She writes.
Photograph by Emily McCormick
Author: howleradviser
The Shadows Who Followed
Whenever I would get nervous, mother would turn and tell me, “There’s no cow on the
ice, it’s okay.” Well, now there were several.
Photograph by Emily McCormick
A Fisherman’s Tale
“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen the ocean this calm,” I mutter to myself as I sit in my chair, staring off into the blue nothingness. The waves rock the small privately owned boat gently, and they seem to be calling my name.
Photograph by Brynn Simon
O2
From under the crests of crashing waves, the water swallows me up with feverish hunger. The waves, which tugged and thrashed at my body, are still and quiet once I breach the surface, and the change leaves me dizzy.
Photograph by Emily McCormick
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