this is the beginning of the Golden City, a story I wrote
The traveler watched from the wildly tilting deck of the ship as storm driven waves mounted higher and dashed like thunder against the creaking timbers of the tattered wooden vessel that he traveled in. The howling wind drove curtains of rain and piled wave after wave upon the heaving ship, threatening to sink it at last after such a long and costly voyage.
He scanned the rainy night through storm stung eyes, seeking for a spark of light…
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Posted on October 1, 2009 at 4:22pm —