AyumuHunter's B-day giftAyumuHunter's B-day gift2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What brings you by Stacey?” asks Carrie as she and her friend Stacey Evians walk into Carrie’s room.
“Wanted to return this book Steve borrowed from you,” says Stacey as she hands Carrie a book. “Never thought you were the type to read Jules Verne.”
Carrie smirks and ask, “Really, you think a comic geek like me is not going to read Jules Verne, the father of modern science fiction, especially his greatest work, 20,000 Thousands Leagues Under the Sea?”
“Good point,” says Stacey with a chuckle.
“Yep,” says Carrie with a chuckle as she puts the book back on a bookshelf as Stacey looks around the room, she sees a few Transformers figures spread around as well as comics and figurines of characters from comics. Soon Stacey spies a necklace that appears to be a
Poem - Life at 20,000 LeaguesLife at 20,000 LeaguesPoem - Life at 20,000 Leagues1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 029 - 20150129
Living at 20,000 leagues,
plumbing the depths of my humanity.
Pressure enough to break the mortal shell,
this is the place I call home.
You can’t understand me in this place,
a realm removed from your station.
Hiding at 20,000 leagues,
my face turned away, veiled from view.
The depths obscure me from you,
if only they would do the same for me.
I dare not look to who I am,
fun house mirror returns my gaze.
Pleading at 20,000 leagues,
please stop your wicked abuse of me.
I’ve done no wrong to you my fiend,
but yet you stalk me with mad glee.
I look to see the face of cruel hunter,
and I see my own looking back at me.
Bleeding at 20,000 leagues,
wounds inflected by you and by me.
Velvet gloves and barbed wire
bruise my body and break my flesh.
I may run, but I can’t hide,
I find myself and strike me down.
Crying at 20,000 leagues,
tears flow from reservoirs of deep sorrow.
Could I stop to cry, but I can’t
with so m
The VoyageThe VoyageThe Voyage3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Lovecraft edition of Jules Verne’s “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea”
Herbert Lindbergh was noted for both his submarine designs and subsequent test voyages in both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. His submarine designs guaranteed safety to all crew on board despite turbulent currents and aquatic attacks. Another extraordinary aspect was that he admonished the crews to depend upon the fluorescence of deep sea animals for lighting. Provided that the ships dove that deep below the surface, he informed them, the animals would provide sufficient light to guide them. The captains agreed with him.
One afternoon in mid-November, one year after Lindbergh had completed his latest submarine design, a crew of six men including the captain bought the craft and commissioned him to sail with then as advisor (like famous oceanographer Jacques Cousteau). He agreed. The price was right for him, to start with; and he hoped to sail it.
That voyage w