[193: Destruction] Wreckage

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Challenge: [193] Destruction
Title: Wreckage
Word Count: 166
Notes: I’m not sure what to say about this…I’m still trying to decide if I like it, honestly. For some reason, I seem to like writing from the view of inanimate objects.

 

 The gales, black, like a dirt storm rather than wind, rip through me like I’m not even there; the billowing white cloud at my top tears on one side and ends wrapped around my mast. Trees wobble over onto me, upturned by their very roots, turning my planks to chips and my foodstuffs to mush. Something is not right here, not right by the way that the earth is screaming, tortured, being devoured. I come splintering apart like the child’s toy that I was built to be, crafted by sure hands, but hands that didn’t really know. There is something here, something that ought not be, and it’s how I know that I’ll never reach the water. A small puddle soaks me, gushing out the glass jar that is now no more than a few shards. I’m being decimated by the violent storm, now I resemble nothing but a scrap heap.

I’m no longer a raft—I’m wreckage.

Perhaps it was to befall me anyway?

 

Comments

[killer-rip.livejournal.com]

Poor Poor raft. *shakes head*

[fated-bliss.livejournal.com]

I like the concept! The raft is such an important metaphor in the game.