I think you are getting the hang of things—this is a Crunch, 250 words on any topic.
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Crunch: Write about the end of the world…of Atlantis
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“Hey, Meecher? Why you not wanting fishing today?”
“Hmmph. Bad sleep. Bad omens. Wanting staying home, going temple.”
Shurbin laughed a deep, hearty laugh. “Meecher, so superstitious. This why you bad fishing. This why Shurbin helping you, make put food on table.”
Meecher accepted this rebuke in begrudging silence. Arguing wasn’t going to help make this day any better. It had happened many times before. One day he tripped and almost broke his nose on the stairs to the fish port. Another day he accidentally spilled cooking oil on his wife’s robe. These omens weren’t to be mistrusted.
Shurbin smacked him on the shoulder. “Cheering you up, eh Meecher? What is the worst that could happen?”
“You right, Shurbin. Sorry. Let’s catch some fish.”
“You rowing faster then, I still seeing the port!”
Meecher rowed, and rowed. Eventually the port disappeared from view. Shurbin and Meecher harpooned a few fish—an unremarkable haul. As the sun was descending, their shadows growing long on the sea, they turned around for home.
“Look! Big waves, Meecher! Big waves!”
Meecher was confused. There was no storm, was there an earthquake? But these waves were coming towards them. “Rowing into waves, Shurbin! Holding on!”
Their pontoon turned uncomfortably towards the sky, and then a moment of weightlessness, then a hard crash—Meecher nearly cracked his chin against his chest, they hit the water so hard.
They rowed over many waves. They kept rowing.
“Shurbin.” Meecher said. “I thinking something wrong.”
The island was gone.
(250 words)
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I like this a lot. Wish there was more, but I can't see how!
Appreciate your efforts.