She moved from bow to stern, blessing every bolt and beam, every thread of sail and twist of rope. “Bring him home to me, safe and sound,” she prayed.
And off he sailed, on a #sea_steed named for his beloved mother, who watched until the horizon swallowed him whole.
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He pulled up to the office, across the street from the lakeshore with a row of #sea_steed watercrafts. Sea Steeds were typically owned by gang members, but they knew better than to be reckless around a Redcloak. It was curious that they were this close to a parole office. #vss365
Under the moonlight
Drifting in shadows
The #sea_steed sails
Braving the mists.
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You want to see the world. I am tired of seeing. So take what can be sold - gold teeth, game knuckles, my strange brain maybe - buy yourself a #sea_steed, throw the offal to the gods. Put my largest rib in your mermaid mast, call her Eve, and pray she leads you back to paradise.
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From the #bss365 jukebox for #sea_steed, this is Seaforth by King Krule from last year's excellent album Space Heavy.
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This was Lucian's favorite part of booting up the game. The #double arcs that become "Arcstone?" Clever. That #sudden black screen? Riveting.
But the moment L'étoile, the #sea_steed that owned his heart, sailed past with a #flourish? Magic.
#vss365 #2WordPrompt #bravewrite
He sailed around the globe.
Off Hawaii a blue whale followed him. South of Sri Lanka he crossed a shark feeding frenzy. Near Brazil a million tiny shrimp glowed.
He saw so much. But it was just him and his #sea_steed.
He sometimes wonders if he saw anything at all.
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conjured #sea_steed
take me away
cut through the waves of my mind
past the horizon
to my distant fated shore
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#poetry
"Sholmes, the murder weapon was found on a #sea_steed"
"A ship, Hatson? We must navigate through a sea of suspects"
"Indeed,Sholmes. But don't let them give us a ship"
"A slip you mean Sholmes?"
"Aye aye captain"
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A rainy shore. A weeping child. A desperate prayer for happiness.
And the waves, mounting up and up until they are a towering head crowned with foaming mane. Eyes like whirlpools.
"I am the #Sea_Steed. Let me bear you from this terrible place."
Soon the beach is empty.
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"Even the narrator is confused!" The centiped raised 50 legs in exasperation.
Scilla swooped down the foxes back and flew off its tail as though he was a helter skelter and she was a #sea_steed. She came to an abrupt halt beside Ghyll and gave him a big hug. "I saw them bury you."
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The waves are too high
you, tying knots me, on the floor, trying to hold to something our
#sea_steed bucking mast breaking you, scream at me from the door but I’m, busy cupping hands thinking if I drink this water down
maybe, this time, both of us won’t drown
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“I’m engaged. That #sea_steed has sailed,” said Ava. “Why don’t you date him if you think these unwanted bouquets are cute?”
The receptionist shrank in her chair.
“You didn’t give him my address, did you? You were in HR last week covering.”
“He only has eyes for you.” #vss365
The waters off the coast of the island appeared to boil in turmoil, heralding the arrival of the Ocean King upon his #sea_steed.
A fountain of water erupted, cascading back to the surface, and there he sat, trident in hand. Majestic and stern.
And smaller than expected.
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‘Swab the dock! Get this vassel #sea_steed shape & Aberystwyth fashion!’
‘Um …’
‘Slither me timbles! What is the matter, man?’
‘I’m the ship’s doctor. I think you need a lie down, Captain.’
‘Splice the main race!’
‘Now you’re talking, sir.’
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I remember that day, standing on the bridge with Dad, dark skies, waves crashing over the bow. Standing steady on wavering ground, he steered through the storm.
Mounted on my #sea_steed, the one called life, sailor's legs, seasoned by the swan road, I will do the same.
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