Black Rabbit - Part fifteenShiloh sat on the mass of red comforters and pillows in his bedroom, propped up against the headboard, staring across the room at the numerous photos plastered onto the far wall in messy discord as he munched the box of crisps in his lap. He dug his hand deep into the cardboard container, the plastic crinkling; he was nearly to the crumbs and he was still hungry. But it was one of the highest protein things they actually still had at his auntie’s, besides the icky greenery kept away in the veggie drawer downstairs- hidden in the towering fridge. He gave a small little sigh, eyeing the little black cell propped on the whale pillow besid
Fish Legs - 2Rupert had spent most of the day wondering up and down the ship, curiosity filling his seasalt brain. He'd only really seen the Captains' cabin, and doubted that anything that was really meant to be hidden away would ideally be there. Everything struck interest to him, and when he found that Daniel wasn't too busy with the others on board, he'd scurry over and ask him questions eagerly. Everything was just so new and interesting to him. They'd be in port around late evening, and the crew was eager to feel soil beneath their boots and whores in their arms. Well.. all but Daniel; he was far too interested in seeing Rupert's reaction to land an
Fish Legs - 1It was around midnight as the proud captain let his legs dangle over the edge of his vessel, staring down into the water which cradled his ship like an infant against its mother's breast. He let out a short sigh as he stared down into the waters, feeling nostalgic.However, his water had been disturbed. By the creak of a ship a little form found himself gazing upward towards the partly clouded sky. Rays of moonlight were sore to him; he wasn't at all used to the surface. But conversing with the blob-fish down below had become a bore for the once sunken cabin boy. He could see two feet hover some distance above the water and he crept upwards
Black Rabbit - fourteenThe thing he remembered most about her was her long blonde locks of hair that draped down her back and sat propped upon her shoulders. The way it caught the rays of sunrise, glowing with an almost pink hue against the morning lights and long shadows. He could remember how much his father loved her hair and nearly cried when she had cut it to her shoulders, it used to be longer at one point- but those memories were fuzzy now. The recollection of his father twisting the ringlets of gold in his fingers as he held her in an embrace, whispering little sweet nothings into her ear before he’d go off to work and leave her with the baby. &
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