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The Shoal
The island was similar to any other one in the oceans. There were palm trees, sand, small crabs, and other things that someone might find in a standard travel brochure for a tropical island getaway. Of course, a storm had brought me to this island instead of a pleasure cruise.
My mind raced back to Armante’s invitation to his island for his newest fashion line, his special request, and of course, the charter boat.
“Getting bad out here,” Captain Cilmain of the Steamer said, covering his face from the hard rain, “We should be turning back about now…”
I replied, “But Armante said that the island is right around these coordinates. Are you sure that we followed them correctly?”
“Listen,” he growled, “You just call up that Armante and ask him if his coordinates are off. According to my navigation instruments and my personal knowledge of these waters, there’s no island near here…”
The boat jerked forward and
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The Charter Boat
The boat was old but seaworthy in its own right. The cabin floor was polished and shimmered in the sunlight that seeped in through the anchor-shaped windows. The captain of the Steamer had been in his profession for thirty-five years. His beard and the sea were symbiotic. For much of the journey, Captain Cilmain stood by the navigation console, studying it. Two hours into the voyage, he finally decided to speak.
“So, this island…” he said to me, “I haven’t been there before, but I know where it’s at.”
“I had a friend who wanted to come along, but she became sick at the last minute and couldn’t make it after all,” I answered him.
“So y’all are going to have a party over there?” he asked me.
“Yes. It is going to be a fashion exhibition. It’s my friend’s show.”
With that said, he went back to his controls, examining them with careful scrutiny. I walked out onto the deck and watched the wa
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The Invitation
I never expected him to invite me. So when I got the special envelope in the mail, I almost died. Armante Desu was the premier counterculture fashion designer along the eastern seaboard, and I was only an Academy of the Arts School dropout. After all, his condominium blocked the sun from shinning in my ratty one-room apartment. Yet he invited me to his private island getaway where he would be celebrating the release of his newest signature.
A separate letter attached read:
“Loved your new designs. I did some new ones myself that are similar to yours only slightly different. See you at the exhibiciónes.
Best, AD”
Due to his careful attention to including intricate adornments in each of his pieces, one of the most influential fashion magazines declared Armante “The White Knight of Detail.” Every flower was perfect. Every sequence was a mesmerizing pattern. Even when it was not his own, he could make it eloquent and “attrayant.”
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The Voice of a Consciousness
The grey rock sits alone in the middle of the gaseous sea of dark purple. The next dominant landmass lies over forty kilometers away from the rock. As soon as the thin purplish water crashes upon the rock’s jagged surface, it evaporates into the nearby drifting debris of asteroids. No organisms live on this roughly hewn mass or in the vast sea that encircles it.
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The Beetle
Kitchens can be steaming hot sometimes. And then other times they can be silent and cold as a tomb. But no one would ever think to make a kitchen into a grave, at least not for someone who might have deserved a better fate. I never knew that angels could die the string death (apron strings, that is, or was). Anyway, she was the most beautiful dishwater we ever had at the Pinhole. I mean, she washed dishes so fast that she made it look like an art form. Her name was Quinn. She attended the university during the day and washed dishes at night. Everyone at the Pinhole had me marked for a quick temper ever since the incident with that one waiter on a Tuesday all-you-can-eat night. Every time the rolling cart would get full with dirty plates and utensils, I would roll it to her in the back through all of the stream and sweat.
“Another one,” she would lightly sigh in an almost breathless tone, “I’m not even done with this load yet…”
“I could help?
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(c) Adam Webb, 2019, after José Ortega y Gasset...
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The island was similar to any other one in the oceans. There were palm trees, sand, small crabs, and other things that someone might find in a standard travel brochure for a tropical island getaway. Of course, a storm had brought me to this island instead of a pleasure cruise.

My mind raced back to Armante’s invitation to his island for his newest fashion line, his special request, and of course, the charter boat.

“Getting bad out here,” Captain Cilmain of the Steamer said, covering his face from the hard rain, “We should be turning back about now…”

I replied, “But Armante said that the island is right around these coordinates. Are you sure that we followed them correctly?”

“Listen,” he growled, “You just call up that Armante and ask him if his coordinates are off. According to my navigation instruments and my personal knowledge of these waters, there’s no island near here…”

The boat jerked forward and came to a stop. Captain Cilmain stumbled backward and hit his head on the kitchenette. He blurted out, “Damn! We hit a shoal! I didn’t see that coming…”

“Why not? Are we stuck?” I asked him.

“I don’t know…”

We went outside to inspect the situation. The rain was falling hard and it made it difficult to see anything clearly. Captain Cilmain then pointed out over the water, and said, “There’s an island!”

“Here. Put this on,” Captain Cilmain tossed me a life jacket. As I placed it over my head, a wave jolted the boat forward, filling the deck with seawater.

Captain Cilmain was about to say something when another wave came crashing down, pushing the boat sideways, knocking us off balance and into the water. He was gone, taken away by the currents. I was half floating and standing on the shoal. I buoyed myself and looked frantically around for an island. I yelled out for Captain Cilmain, but there was no answer.

As I looked into the distance, I saw water and dark clouds stretching out in every direction. I was about to swim when I saw two distinctive fins pierce the water’s surface in the near distance. Night was coming soon so I decided to follow my footing along the shoal. I saw sea birds in the distance. I stepped off the shoal and started to swim quickly toward them.

When I finally reached the island, I collapsed on its shore, exhausted and breathless. I laid on my back, watching the sea birds drift in the sky above me. “Is this Armante’s island?” I thought. I had no idea. The storm was breaking, and I could feel the cool breeze off the ocean caress over me gently. I drifted off into sleep.

When I finally woke, I started to wander around the island, exploring it. I found a few berries and coconut palms on the other side of the small island. I returned to where the boat ran aground, but it was gone, and there were no other landmasses in sight. As of yesterday, the waters remained quiet and the sands warm. I still have Armante’s invitation.
The Shoal
For the narrated video of this story - youtu.be/M6Y2HsvGVB0

For the first part, "The Invitation" - 
fav.me/dd72wet 

For the second part, "The Charter Boat" - fav.me/dd7as1m 

(c) Adam Webb, 2019-
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The boat was old but seaworthy in its own right. The cabin floor was polished and shimmered in the sunlight that seeped in through the anchor-shaped windows. The captain of the Steamer had been in his profession for thirty-five years. His beard and the sea were symbiotic. For much of the journey, Captain Cilmain stood by the navigation console, studying it. Two hours into the voyage, he finally decided to speak.

“So, this island…” he said to me, “I haven’t been there before, but I know where it’s at.”

“I had a friend who wanted to come along, but she became sick at the last minute and couldn’t make it after all,” I answered him.

“So y’all are going to have a party over there?” he asked me.

“Yes. It is going to be a fashion exhibition. It’s my friend’s show.”

With that said, he went back to his controls, examining them with careful scrutiny. I walked out onto the deck and watched the waves as they crashed against the sides of the hull. The seagulls drifted through the white clouds surrounding us. The east coast was long gone behind us now.

A large fin sliced the water’s surface in the near distance. For a time, it raced alongside the boat’s starboard. I felt a queasiness in my stomach all of a sudden. The sound of the waves splashing eased my mind.

“So, how’s the weather out here?” he said, stepping out of the cabin.

“Beautiful,” I said, “I never knew how wonderful the weather was out here this time of the year…”

“Yes, sir. You ever been out here before?” he asked me.

“No. Never. This is my first time visiting this island.”

He scratched his head, and said, “Well, that’ll be a first for the both of us then.”

Dark clouds started to form on the distant horizon, and the seagulls disappeared into them like vanishing apparitions. He said, “Oh, well,” and walked down into the cabin. The rain fell as a sprinkle, and the waves slowly grew bigger. The voyage went fine until we ran into the shoal.
The Charter Boat
For the narrated video of this story - youtu.be/sQJkYmnZMjo

For the first part, "The Invitation" - fav.me/dd72wet

For the third part, "The Shoal" - fav.me/dd7j3gu

(c) Adam Webb, 2019-
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I never expected him to invite me. So when I got the special envelope in the mail, I almost died. Armante Desu was the premier counterculture fashion designer along the eastern seaboard, and I was only an Academy of the Arts School dropout. After all, his condominium blocked the sun from shinning in my ratty one-room apartment. Yet he invited me to his private island getaway where he would be celebrating the release of his newest signature.

A separate letter attached read:

“Loved your new designs. I did some new ones myself that are similar to yours only slightly different. See you at the exhibiciónes.

Best, AD”

Due to his careful attention to including intricate adornments in each of his pieces, one of the most influential fashion magazines declared Armante “The White Knight of Detail.” Every flower was perfect. Every sequence was a mesmerizing pattern. Even when it was not his own, he could make it eloquent and “attrayant.”

The Academy of Fashion bestowed upon him the title of “El Divino.” I had known Armante during our time in Florence, Italy. We had studied under the tutelage of The Great One in fashion and design.

That was before Gera. She was a painter from France. One day, she told me she was pregnant with Armante’s child. She was now living down the street from me. Below the separate letter, there was a small note with instructions on it.

“Emar, you know that you are still like a brother to me, so what I ask you to do for me now will make that bond stronger…”

I finished reading the note and prepared myself for what he requested. The poison was simple enough to locate. I bought some packs of green tea and walked over to Gera’s apartment. She was there and welcomed me fondly. We had tea together. Two hours later, I left her to her own demise. I stuck the invitation into my coat pocket and rented a small charter boat.
The Invitation
For the narrated video of this story - youtu.be/fyzX0SX1Q8Y

For the second part, "The Charter Boat" - fav.me/dd7as1m

For the third part, "The Shoal" - fav.me/dd7j3gu

(c) Adam Webb, 2019-
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I teach English composition and business writing.

My teaching page: compositionawebb.pbworks.com/
Greetings!

I hope that everyone is doing well.

I just wanted to share the books that I have created so far and a few other links...

Book one, “mirroring memes” – adamwebb11.files.wordpress.com… 

Book two, “DEMONetized” – adamwebb11.files.wordpress.com…

Book three
, “iconoclass: demagogues & ideologues” – compositionawebb.pbworks.com/w…

Book four, “disproportionate characterizations” – compositionawebb.pbworks.com/w… rizations.pdf 

Book five, “dismal detailed minimalism: carefully considered contours” – compositionawebb.pbworks.com/w… m.pdf

Book six, “Strategic, situated discourse” – compositionawebb.pbworks.com/w…

Book seven, “Postmodernism Needs to be Eradicated” – compositionawebb.pbworks.com/w… ds%20to%20be%20Eradicated.pdf

Book eight, “Undercurrents & Overtones” – compositionawebb.pbworks.com/w…   

Book nine, “Shady & Sketchy Characters & Scenes” – compositionawebb.pbworks.com/w…

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Más libroscompositionawebb.pbworks.com/w…

Mindswww.minds.com/adamwebb

Gab – gab.ai/adamwebb

YouTubewww.youtube.com/channel/UCX9nZ…

Peace.

Adam

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Aeires Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2016
What's going on?
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Formor Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2016
Hi, Jeff. What's happening, man? I am teaching and living in Tempe, AZ. 
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Aeires Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2016
It's been a long and hard few years for myself.  Lost jobs, home burned down, etc....

Might start a new work soon, getting the itch again.
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Man, you have been through quite a bit since last we talked. I hope that everything is better now. 
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