Rage (fifty word fantasy)
From World of Entorais Wiki
His small boat raced down the rising swell. Sail and ropes straining. Hands white knuckled about the rudder's arm.
Praying for mercy from a god's wrath.
If he could hold this course he might just reach the distant island that kept vanishing beyond the salty giants born of Cothur's ire.
See Also
- Cothur
