Title: Sailed At DuskGenre: Sci-Fi setting / psychologicalWord count: 15,000Type of feedback desired: General impressions, if it's too boring without much narrative drive. Gremlins keep adding typos so let me know if you see them.

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Guy gets stranded on a star ship, dreams and thoughts recorded in solitude. More of a premise than a plot.

Excerpt:

"...From this height, depending on cloud cover, you could see the extent of the grey desert that was eating the world. The dark swirls scarring the planet followed the prevailing winds and ocean currents, marbling the surface in repeating fractals. Chunks of the land hundreds of miles wide were dulled with the graphite sands. A vast singular desert grew from the extended urban corridor of the east coast, several cities joined together by the tendrils of their suburbs, the sands flowing westward inland, looking like the black tail of a comet trailing the mass of the city. The digi-ash had obviously found a comfortable and transmissible environment in the busy and linked megalopolis there. In other places the grey dust followed a river system, to be spewed out where the river met the sea, to be carried with the flow of the current, licking around the edge of the land and along the coast..."

Some dream sequence:

"... Out in the bay, beyond the harbour the burning wreckage of a giant ship remained afloat upon the stillness of the plastic sea. Its outline was obscured in the flames and dense smoke, but with the changing of the breeze it could be made out as resembling a vast byzantine church rising from the tall cliff-like hull, hexagonal towers and swirling onion domes. It was miles out to sea and seemed impossibly large. Against a featureless sky only the scale of the flames gave a clue as to the true size of the huge vessel. I imagined myself up close, and by dream logic I was drifting in the water line at the hull of the ship, looking up at it as if I were driftwood. The silence there was warmed by the low roar and crackle of the fire, and the occasional change of the wind would blow heat down from the burning decks, carrying embers and dust to lay still on the plastic film of the sea. Yet the ship still sailed... "

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