Davy Jones' Locker

By Jessiibear

Wed, 29 Aug 2012
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“I think I found the sun the other night."

Teddy turned to me, then forced a smile.

“It was magical. Billions of colorful shards, stretching across the skyline."

His eyes skittered. He knew it was ridiculous. We were dead sailors, swallowed by a tempest.

Stuck in Davy Jones' locker.

I heard something and tugged Teddy close. The locker door swung open, disclosing a janitor, whose lips were parted.

I pushed passed him, ashamed, and ran down the dim, vacant hallway. I held my teddy bear's hand, blinking back tears.

Certificate U
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The Way of the World
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Comments

Submitted by mikepyro on
passed - past Loved the first line of this. I'm not one for very short stories, always feel they give you far too little for any sort of attachment, and I kind of have the same issue here, but not enough to really detract. The twist towards the end was both endearing and heartbreaking. Well done.

Give me the beat boys and free my soul! I wanna getta lost in ya rock n' roll and drift away. Drift away...

Submitted by Jessiibear on
Thanks for spotting that, Mike. And also for acquiring the slightest attraction toward this. I don't like writing shorts like it, to be honest. Eliminates needed detail to me. Well, the way I write them they do. There were a lot of metaphors going on here, as well - off of the famous idiom - which may contribute to the confusion readers might get from reading this. :/ Thanks for reading, anyway. Really appreciated. :)

Jess

Submitted by Jessiibear on
I agree, Stan. Gotta keep trudgin' through somehow. And thanks for the comment. :)

Jess