Six Sentence Stories is a weekly writers’ challenge hosted by Denise at Girlie on the Edge blog. This week’s cue word is: LOST
Lost scroll unrolled, translated on the beach.
Last words bottled, corked, tossed to the sea.
Last rites were administered by the moon’s mournful sheen.
Lost faith was restored on the deck of a brigantine.
Last orders, drink up, drain yer dregs, time please!
Lost nerves, the fleet-footed, backs turned to the unforgiving sea.
Remaining Ashore by Ford. November 24. 2021.
Image: Heller catalogue. 1979. Le Capricorne. By J. Blanche.
The Atomic Mage 
“We’re Homeward bound to Liverpool Town,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Where all them judies, they will come down
Hoor-raw me boys! We’re homeward bound!
We meet these fly gals an’ we’ll ring the ol’ bell,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
With them judies, we’ll raise merry hell
Hoor-raw me boys! We’re homeward bound!”
Cheers Captain!!! Aaarrrh!!
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Shiver me timbers! What a cool comment… it’s from Assassin’s Creed yes? Nice spirit! Arrrh lad!
Thanks Wizard 😎
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Yeap, from Black Flag.
You are always most welcome Mage ☠
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HAPPY THANKSGIVING! GOOD JOB! GREAT CLOSING LINE.
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Happy Thanksgiving UP! Thanks for the read 🙂
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If I might?
ARRHH, matey, ARRH
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Aarhh be right, me old shipmate!
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Reading Spira’s comment, I feel I should be listening to this in a slightly seedy pub back home, back to the Mersey, sea-legs a-quivering!
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I think Spira picked a good tone. This tale could easily be set in Liverpool of old. And yes, better to go to the pub than board that brigantine to the high seas!
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Aye, many a late night reveller would loose their inhibitions after a libation or three (or more likely more than three) ending up on the beaches, and where I hail from there are a lot of Public Houses near to the beach! Great writing as ever.
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Thanks FT. Reminds me of when I worked in Brighton that, all those pubs close to the beach front!
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Hi there, well as you know I’m situated on the north-east coast and I once did a gig at the Butterfly public house in Withernsea . That was memorable for another reason – there was near gale force winds, we were performing in the beer garden and the “stage” the pub staff built for us was a stack of beer crates layered with walboards! No kidding – we also had a problem that they built it at the far end of the garden with no access to a power supply so we had to call in at the other pubs on the street asking if they had power cable/extension reels we could borrow for the night! Then the show started….and sooo did the winds…it was really memorable 😂😎
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Cool story, FT. I used to love playing gigs in beer gardens too! But you’re right that it’s subject to the weather conditions. Brrr!
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Well I say we performed…we spent most of the time keeping hold of our lighting stands and backdrop curtain to prevent them being blown over onto the crowd. Was a good night though with the lighthouse beam circling overhead!
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And I have sent you some mail so you need to check your email!
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Thanks FT, will check that out now.
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3 Last. 3 Lost. Sea or not to sea. Discovery under lunar lights, temptress ocean leave me be….
Your poet self appears, V. Good one.
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As does yours, D, in a most excellent (and seaworthy) reply 🙂
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You turn your back on the sea at your own peril, and if it’s in your blood, you won’t be able to remain turned,,,
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So true, Mimi, many an adventurer returns to the sea!
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Cool piece, Ford
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Thanks, CE, glad you liked!
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Ford, you nearly killed me. You actually wrote 6 short sentences 🙂
I’ll need to wash away this memory later!
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Lol Jeanine 😂 I don’t know what came over me… must go for a lie down and reflect on this brevity! 🙂
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The language is bare and all the more powerful for that here, Ford. But oh, what are the consequences of turning one’s back on the adventure… 😉
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Thanks, Jenne. You’re right, the lure of the sea may well tempt them back.
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I like your pairing of “lost” and “last” to remind us of the seriousness of the unforgiving sea.
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Thanks, Frank. Those two words went well together.
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Happy Thanksgiving
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