SpineOut : February - March 2017
Short Stories STARLESS VOID The sky wept with fury, unleashing a storm that seemed hell bent on drowning the world. A despondent cry echoed through the hull. Phuong shivered. The waves thundered around the boat, attacking with the ferocity of a bomb. It seemed to do more damage. Vomit clung to the air, a reminder of the body’s sickness. Phuong felt her stomach churn, her insides twisting violently. Sea salt stung her skin. It was a relief to focus on that instead of the war raging on outside. Phuong glanced around the hull, clinging to a wooden beam with all of her remaining strength. A girl her age clung to another beam and a young boy took refuge between an older couple who looked at each other with the same dreaded certainty. The boat shook. She held her breath as it rose on a wave, balanced on the crest for one terror-filled moment, then slammed down hard. The world trembled. The foundations of the boat rattled violently. Phuong felt her heart give out; she was sure this would be her end. The inevitability of death never scared her, but as the sky wailed once more and the sea reared for another attack, Phuong felt terror she’d never imagined could exist. It clutched her heart with icy hands, poisoned her blood with despair and forced her to see the nightmare of sinking into a starless void. Her eyes flickered shut as the sky let loose a torrential downpour that hailed down like gunfire. Glimpses of bloodied bullets plagued her mind and the glassy eyes of her mother stared at her lifelessly. A tear crept down her cheek silently; her eyes would be just as soulless soon. The same girl who was clinging to the beam slammed against the hatch door when a man crashed into her. The wind screamed outside. The younger children would never match Emma, Year 10 Loyola College Watsonia Vic This a short story by Emma, who has written a response to the book The Boat by Nam Le.
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