| Seeking a cure for his unconventional lover's mysterious illness, a young sailor in exile has to confront his past... and hers. |
| Seeking a cure for his unconventional lover's mysterious illness, a young sailor in exile has to confront his past... and hers. |


This Shaking Pt. 4Part 4This Shaking Pt. 4
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
The Waking (Theodore Roethke)
The clay is all consuming, smothering him in a blanket of black. Will struggles, but he doesn't know which way is up or out, and the black is slowly congealing, tightening around his arms, his legs, his face.
He can't breathe!
Will kicks and thrashes until the clay becomes too solid for him to move at all. His lungs feel as if they will burst like


This Shaking Pt. 3Part 3This Shaking Pt. 3
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
The Waking (Theodore Roethke)
Will is woken by the scraping of stone against stone. He struggles to right himself, but is not quick enough. Though the door to his cell remains closed he finds himself being hoisted into the air from behind. He's dumped unceremoniously on his feet and yanked about to find the entire back wall of the small space gone.
A secret door he marvels. Then fingers the size of sausages cu


This Shaking Pt. 2Part 2This Shaking Pt. 2
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
The Waking (Theodore Roethke)
Will is not a man of monetary means. He is however a man well-liked by many and loved by not a few. Normally it's a 14 day journey to Ulpha by sea, and then another 3-5 days traveling inland to get to the university, far more time than Will has. But Will has spent the last two days calling in every favor, every debt, and every positive association he could to raise enough money to shave days off the jou


This Shaking Pt. 1Part 1This Shaking Pt. 1
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
The Waking (Theodore Roethke)
It's good to be a sailor, free on the sea the wind in your hair, mother ocean beneath. It's good to be a sailor, back home from the sea Your family around you, the pear trees in leaf!
A Sailor's Life: Being a spirited homage to those brave men who commune with the sea in both fact and feeling. (Timofey Gafkovich) &
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It would have been nice to have unicorns...
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You know, I've been checking your page a few times a day to see if you've updated with part 4.
Hurry up, dang it~! :E
At least it LOOKS like it's crying.
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So, Baby- here we are, one last kiss then I'll walk away.
Is it wrong to want you? To want you to pull me back.
To refuse to let me go?
So one last kiss
And then I'll be on my way...
Maybe.
~Author Unknown~
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So, Baby- here we are, one last kiss then I'll walk away.
Is it wrong to want you? To want you to pull me back.
To refuse to let me go?
So one last kiss
And then I'll be on my way...
Maybe.
~Author Unknown~
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