My stomach flipped with each dip of the gargantuan vessel. I stood at the bow of the black ship, letting the howling wind crawl through my short hair.
I watched my kingdom drift farther away and that’s when I intensely regretted my promise to the captain of the Tenebris Ignis.
Ashton Morris has been writing a book called The Kingdom of Magic for a year and a half now. She plays the piano and trombone.
“It’s the wrong way ’round!” the Captain yelled.
“Sorry Cap,” Piper replied.
“Too late to worry now. Like a whiskey, Piper?”
“Would love one, Sir. How much time do we have to drink it?”
The captain looked at his timepiece and softly said, “About two minutes to impact. Drink up!”
Connell Wayne Regner had successfully avoided writing creatively since he wrote spontaneous lyrics to music many years ago. Although from a linguistic background, he has serendipitously succumbed to fiction after spontaneously creating bedtime stories for his children. His other dabblings can be found at paragraphplanet and wtdmagazine.wordpress.com.
King Rigel watched as the ship drew out of sight.
The officials on board believed themselves bound for the Outer Lands. But the King knew: when the ship passed the base on Vallanger, the royal navy would completely destroy them.
Rigel sat back on his throne. He loved being evil.
Stephen Pester is a student from London with a completely unremarkable life which therefore leaves him stuck to find two sentences to write about myself. He guesses this counts.