Writing Prompts

by Mac

The ghost ships drifted sometimes into the shipping lanes, but their appearance could never be predicted. It was bad luck to board one, and worse luck to break one down for salvage.

The best navigators could understand the songs of the celestial physeteridae, and unravel the many threads of their chorus. It required a very specific talent to turn arias to maps, and notes to destinations.

When he was angry, the clouds boiled into darkness, and lightning crawled threateningly across the sky.

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