Rage (fifty word fantasy)
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Jump to navigationJump to searchHis 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.
