Sea Glass: Chapter 2Synopsis: A female pirate captain goes out to plunder a ship. Her plan, however, doesn't turn out like she expected when she meets a formidable opponent. F/F
Sea Glass: Chapter 2
"What's your name?" Isra asked turning her head to face the short haired woman. They were leaning on each side of each door while Isra took the left side.
"Yasen," she replied quietly. Her round brown eyes remained eyeing Isra curiously. "What about you?"
Their lips sealed as the voices drew closer to the quarter. Clutching the black hilt of her scimitar tightly in its scabbard, Isra made a mental note to herself to alert her crew as soon as possible. They're all probably worrying why I didn't send out the fire signal yet, Isra thought with a sigh. If only I just followed the damn plan, then I wouldn't have to deal with this Yasen alone. Glancing at Yasen, Isra was most bothered by the fact that she didn't know who she really was. For now, she assumed the woman wa
Sea Glass: Chapter 1Synopsis: A female pirate captain goes out to plunder a ship. Her plan, however, doesn't turn out like she expected when she meets a formidable opponent. F/F
Sea Glass: Chapter 1
Slender fingers polished a scimitar with an old rag. Isra gazed boringly at her reflection in the steely blade. Around her small dark brown eyes, angry red lines etched the whites. Her long black hair hadn't been washed for days and was tied back into an oily ponytail. A single golden earring hooped around her right earlobe, glistening in the blade's reflection. Sighing, Isra stuffed the rag into her trousers' pocket. After tonight, she thought wryly, I'm taking a good bath. That was mostly what the woman hoped as she stood up from the wooden stool chair. Chances of her dying were possible even though her swordsman skills were reputed as flawless.
Isra's leather boots tapped against the wooden floorboards causing occasional creaks from the swaying ground. She walked over to the
GhostI’m a ghost without a name.
Usually I’m never alone
Because solitude is my company.
But today my friend rejected me
And I felt lost alone.
Menstrual PainSpasmic blades jutting inside.
River of life crashing in and out.
Overworked mechanical body.
Turn it off
Turn it off.
Inner massacre carried by river of life
I Did Not Have a Coin for CharonI did not have a coin for Charon
And he dismissed me off the Styx.
I had to get off his boat
And wander aimlessly on golden shore.
The sand grew dull and sticky as my feet treaded on,
And soon I found my path had led
To an obsolete chamber
That reeked of smell.
Such stench haunted my nose
Passing a dreading feeling
That shivered my chest
And sliced my soul.
But since I was trapped
And had nowhere to go,
I grew accustomed to the rotting stench
That lingered in the darkness of this chasm.
Such a feeling of eternity passed
That I would not be unearthed.
And my thoughts traced back
To when I had no coin for Charon.
Pitches and shadows echoing.
Pittering pattering on mosaic glass
Raindrops clinging sliding
Until only crows reflect in the puddle.