Last week, my story "Big Sister" received an honorable mention. I'm hoping for the brass ring this week. But there are a lot of good stories there. Check them out.
Here is the photo prompt:
And here is "Fury."
Larissa stood transfixed as the ship
foundered. Lustful waves licked her boards and, satisfied with the
taste, consumed the vessel whole. The screams of the sailors died out
as each helpless man was dashed against the rocks. She stifled a
tear, wondering exactly why she would cry over the loss of a bunch of
savages. Men who had enslaved her. Who had used her, nightly, for
their personal satisfaction.
Wanting no part of the bastard they
learned she carried, they set her upon this desolate shore, assuring
her that Fate would watch over them. (All the while placing wagers on
the onset, and the agent, of her demise.)
Fate, it would seem, enjoyed irony.
“I’m free now, lover!” she called
out.
The tempest evaporated.
As she waded into the now-placid
waters, she mused, “Hell may have no fury like a woman scorned. But
a mortal’s ire pales when placed next to that of a jealous God of
the Sea.”
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