#SwiftFicFriday – Week 25 Vote

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 25 Vote

Another prompt, another round of great responses! Check them out below and vote for your favorite:

Story 1 by Stacy Overby

He scrubbed at his face, trying to clear the murk and gloom from his vision. It had been so long since a ship had passed overhead. And he felt her. She took passage on that ship, must have chosen to come home after all this time.

With a kick, he rose from the depths. Closer, closer, ever so much closer sailed the ship, sailed his world. As he ascended, the world grew brighter, clearing the drear. Soon he could spot the fish that scattered at his appearance.

But, despite how hard he swam, the ship drew no closer. She was slipping away from him once again. He screamed, and it rose in a halo of bubbles around him, speeding away to the surface still so far above.

My love, do not flee me, he begged in silence. Bits of seaweed and silt flecked off and drifted back into the dark depths. His heart raced and his mind whirled. The ship was almost out of reach. She was almost out of reach.

As he finally broke the surface, he saw the ship slip away across the horizon. Beyond his grasp.


The cry floated above the white-capped gray waves as he slapped the surface with three long tentacles, sending cross waves in every direction. She had eluded him yet again.

Story 2 by Ashlie Harris


Isolation. Being alone has always been my biggest comfort. I am whoever I desire, when the curtains close, not when they draw open. The world is not my stage. I personify ‘Phantom’, but not by much. Encased within my shell, I am reborn. As I emerge, the murky depths disperse, revealing the silty undermuck that is the lifeblood of this world.

I sludge forward. Time has no meaning in this hollow existence, but, still, I am driven forever onward. The grainy tides ebb and flow, rising and falling as the breath of a sleeping dragon, hoarding his trinkets and gold. The waves of greed wash away any glimmer of light upon the horizon, and I am carried away by the tsunami.

Aimlessly, I surge through the currents, pulled this way and that by the temptations of smoother, cooler, faster waters. Yet, I remain fastidiously attached to my path. This is my journey. One day, I will rise from the bottom of this deep, blue sea. For now, I’ll settle for surfing the waves.

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