Storm’s Fury

A challenge to describe a word without using it.

We heeled hard to starboard, the spray shooting high past the bowsprit. We dipped and tilted, picking up speed, the sails caught the wind and popped hard, pregnant now with the breath of the storm that gathered itself, roiling and churning with malevolent purpose, bearing down as the dark hulk of a grizzly over the frail form of a small child. Daylight dissolved into shadow and a wave of icy cold pushed across the deck, eagerly clutching the men who's faces turned suddenly bleak with the knowledge that we were caught. We felt its grip tighten on the aging vessel as she creaked and moaned in fear. As if she knew her fate, all of our fates…

Reviews

[Tom]

This is extremely tight and poised. Very well executed given the brevity. Not sure if this is practice or purpose but if this could be sustained over a mark of time you have a novel/a (subject notwithstanding). To clarify I mean your prose style is novel-worthy, not that the story could be expanded though, of course, the mind wonders to where it might.

[Itsdandammit]

Thank you Tom, the piece was practice and sort of fell onto the screen. It was fun..sometimes I get lucky and do not have to drag each sentence kicking and screaming from my mind :-)

[Lyricalfairydust]

Re reading this again. I imagine a big wooden ship, I could hear the cracking of the wood and the yells of fear as it battles the storm. A well written piece, makes one feel as if you are there. Great work.

[Itsdandammit]

Hi praise, from one of my favorite writers. Thanks!

[Arundass TP]

Storms whether it takes land or water is furious Storms experiment our courage in any way to make us conscious that one is living. Good work.

[Itsdandammit]

Having experienced some ferocious storms I know your words to be true. Thanks.