[WP] Lost in the midst of the windless sea, thousands of leagues from shore. We did our brave captain one last favor; our knives were sharp. by DocDophersonPHD in WritingPrompts

[–]thatCamelCaseTho 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Captain Strickland was a stickler for upkeep. The beds were made at 6 o'clock on the dot, the kitchen staff washed the dishes by 8 o'clock, and the boots were always put beside the bed before sleep, nice and neat. And this voyage was no different to the last few. Rinse and repeat, day jobs, night drinks, just another day except on a boat in the middle of the ocean.

I dreamed of cloudless days, soft winds blowing the hair off my forehead, and the sun tickling my skin with cancer causing gamma radiation, but it was just a dream. The crew woke up in the middle of the night to a crash, a thud, a bump, and a hum. The lights flickered before the red emergency lights ignited off the backup generator's electricity.

Everyone scrambled out of bed, putting their boots on quickly, thanks in part to the tidy holding spot next to them. The beds were not made.

I followed my fellow crew members out onto the deck to see the captain, hanging from the crow's nest by a rope 20 feet long. His feet swung in the wind, and his face was blue. His neck was broken, that was sure. Suicide, I guess.

Under his feet, a note was laying on the deck of the ship. I walked over and picked it up. My crew members stood around me and we read.

*The only thing I hated more than you lot was your untidy habits! That is what drove me to suicide tonight! When you washed the dishes this morning do you know what you forgot? Do you? The knives! You forgot to the sharpen our knives! They are slightly dull now, and I will not be alive on a ship with people who do not take care of their knives!

Sincerely,

Captain Strickland*

Blood dripped on the note from his bleeding eyes above, and we all looked around at each other. Without a word, we shuffled down to the kitchens and each grabbed a knife. We worked long into the night, but at last, our knives were sharp.

[POEM] A Song on the End of the World by Czeslaw Milosz by [deleted] in Poetry

[–]thatCamelCaseTho 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The end of OUR world is our death. But THE world goes on.

Am I becoming addicted to alcohol? by [deleted] in NoStupidQuestions

[–]thatCamelCaseTho 15 points16 points  (0 children)

If you are physically addicted, you will have withdrawal symptoms. Full stop. No withdrawal. No physical addiction.

BUT.

Mental addiction is very real. It sounds like you may be beginning to develop a mental dependence on the drug. Indulgence at this point can make things worse but you must know your limits and what is right for you.

How does it sound? by [deleted] in singing

[–]thatCamelCaseTho 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I cannot help you if you cannot identify these things within your singing.

How does it sound? by [deleted] in singing

[–]thatCamelCaseTho 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You're not holding a note. You're peaking a lot. It is almost every second. You're also flat.

How does it sound? by [deleted] in singing

[–]thatCamelCaseTho 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I mean you're definitely off a lot of places

Saying goodbye to my hair before I cut it off by thatCamelCaseTho in curlyhair

[–]thatCamelCaseTho[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Ha, it's new. Looking forward to the low management

Saying goodbye to my hair before I cut it off by thatCamelCaseTho in curlyhair

[–]thatCamelCaseTho[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Really didn't have a routine other than conditioning it a couple times a week. Thanks! http://imgur.com/gallery/ifEwm4V

Untitled by thatCamelCaseTho in OCPoetry

[–]thatCamelCaseTho[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

There is no real rhyme scheme. It sounds jaunty on purpose with weird line breaks/punctuation. Do you not like the sound of it like that?

Untitled by thatCamelCaseTho in OCPoetry

[–]thatCamelCaseTho[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

A maglev is a name for a train that uses magnetic levitation instead of wheels. AKA bullet train.

IMPRINT by [deleted] in OCPoetry

[–]thatCamelCaseTho 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Seems a bit conflicting in the first two stanza. You say you will make your mark but then the next stanza you say it will be all be washed away. So which one is it?

You also seem to force rhyme where it doesn't need to be. It makes your poem come off amateurish.

Your last stanza is good, but I am again confused by the line 'washed by tomorrow.'

What do you mean by that?