This is the preview to a story I've been writing for quite some time. It's not done yet, but it's something I can post. So, tomorrow I'll try to post the prologue and after that I'll post chapter by c...
Free verse. Let's sail the seven seas, go on adventures great and small...
This is for the Commaful contest, What if the Earth was flat?
I don’t know but, I feel like there’s this nostalgic memory that never happened. Hidden somewhere in my mind and pops up in my darkest moment.. I feel this way whenever I ride a ferry or boat during...
A poem I wrote about sailing alone forever. Content warnings: emptyness, vast ocean, lonelyness.
Crimson waves danced in Morley’s eye as the metallic crunch of the flintlock’s hammer bounced off the walls of the damp cavern.
My father was always a stickler for obeying the rules, having degrees in both engineering and law, he made of point of not only memorizing any local laws but adhering to them. This was particularly tr...
Remembering those that were lost to the sea.
Story of a child who was rescued by a man and struggle or mysteries of their life
"That was the moment I knew he had lied."
Short excerpt from the thrilling short story "Trembling Hands" by myself, E.R. Blair.
Years ago, I had a 22-foot Catalina sailboat. It was built in the 70's, so it had a composite fiberglass hull, which is extremely sturdy. One weekend in November located on the opposite side of the is...
We had been at sea for months. Tensions were running high as we were caught between the great emptiness of the ocean and the confines of being so close to the same few souls all day every day. We were...
This is the preview to a story I've been writing for quite some time. It's not done yet, but it's something I can post. So, tomorrow I'll try to post the prologue and after that I'll post chapter by c...
Free verse. Let's sail the seven seas, go on adventures great and small...
This is for the Commaful contest, What if the Earth was flat?
I don’t know but, I feel like there’s this nostalgic memory that never happened. Hidden somewhere in my mind and pops up in my darkest moment.. I feel this way whenever I ride a ferry or boat during...
A poem I wrote about sailing alone forever. Content warnings: emptyness, vast ocean, lonelyness.
Crimson waves danced in Morley’s eye as the metallic crunch of the flintlock’s hammer bounced off the walls of the damp cavern.
My father was always a stickler for obeying the rules, having degrees in both engineering and law, he made of point of not only memorizing any local laws but adhering to them. This was particularly tr...
Remembering those that were lost to the sea.
Story of a child who was rescued by a man and struggle or mysteries of their life
"That was the moment I knew he had lied."
Short excerpt from the thrilling short story "Trembling Hands" by myself, E.R. Blair.
Years ago, I had a 22-foot Catalina sailboat. It was built in the 70's, so it had a composite fiberglass hull, which is extremely sturdy. One weekend in November located on the opposite side of the is...
We had been at sea for months. Tensions were running high as we were caught between the great emptiness of the ocean and the confines of being so close to the same few souls all day every day. We were...