Ship of Thesaurus

Always at 9 am he would start his work in his studio. Molding, sculpting, shaping, giving life to mounds of clay. A perfectionist in every sense, while his studio was filled with his prized creations, in a small nook hidden away from his workstation contained heaps and heaps of rejected work. Not by any critics or jurists, but by him. A slight disfigurement, a small dent, an unwanted fingerprint, all were reason enough for him to cast away his sculptures, although the finished work would adorn many famous art galleries. Such was his command and dedication towards his craft. He took in plenty of apprentices who showed promise but none of them matched his determination and dedication. They never made it past two weeks. His admirers were in the highest of social standing and would often commission him to sculpt models of themselves or their family members. He would take in such requests and create sculptures that bore a lifelike resemblance to the models they were based on. It would take ...

The lightning crashed on the earth with an unknown ferocity, as if it had made its mind up to destroy an old enemy. The winds shivered, trying their best to avoid the battle between the sky and the earth. The lightning spared no one. Trees burst into flames, the grass once draped in green now adorned black and withered away from existence. Rains were meant to signify calmness and the passage of seasons, why did it bring about such fury, on whom did it plan to take its revenge? Such were the sights that captivated passersby, many of who often paid no heed to the show the sky would put on display. Unavoidable. Captivating. It attracted all palettes of emotion, a few wary of the storm making its way towards them. The cavalry soon came in, trying to disperse the audience, that, until now were eager to see the climax of the show. It happened. Caught in the cross-fire between lightning and land, the utility poles that were just props in the drama succumbed to the wrath of the lightning, the ...

It all started a while ago. The rains came and went in a flash. The distant sounds faded second by second. And everything went quiet. That’s when I knew. Everything went dark, a lull came over, unexpected yet not surprisingly. The air felt heavy, I walked out of my room, each step echoing back to me, a message perhaps. I opened the door and stepped out. It was quiet. As if life had itself drained away from my surroundings. I looked around for any distant signs of life, there were none to be seen or heard. No sound of barking dogs, or ambulance sirens signaling the coming of death, no murmur, or whispers of conversations. Where was I? Am I awake or mindlessly wandering the hallways of my dream. I turned back, thinking it was best to go back home. Where was I? Everything around me was surrounded by darkness, the clouds doing their best to hide the moon from my view. Where did my home go? I tried to retrace my steps, carefully, my footsteps didn’t echo or make any sounds. Did I wander too...