September 22nd, 2011 | 387 Entries

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  1. “What year is this?”

    He looked down at the glass in his hand, the port staring back at him with a muddled reflection. He frowned.

    “Um, last year, I think.”

    “It’s good,” said his date for the night, and she sipped her glass delicately. “Mah-velous. You have good tastes.”

    He didn’t really try to have good tastes. But then again, he always seemed to pick up snooty girls.

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 09.22.2011

  2. Lucy stood beside the port, clutching her shawl with cold fingers. She was tired from a restless night, but she would wait here until she saw white sails on the grey-blue horizon. It was the least she could do for the man who had taken pity on her; the man she wished she could love.

    By Megan E. L. URL on 09.22.2011

  3. Out by the sea. It broke and spilled forth, and she wasnt sure if she was happy anymore. Her toes found the sand and in between her feet she was home. But the oceans waves beckoned. To drag her under, she knew how to swim. She wanted to learn how to drown. All too soon all too late.

    By Rhiannon on 09.22.2011

  4. i hate going into tunnels, there are so much like an air port tunnel. and those are scary!

    By golden brumby URL on 09.22.2011

  5. the port was green. and full of oranges. so butifull you would even know it . i love it. when i lay there if feel happy. that is port crazy.

    By rose on 09.22.2011

  6. any port in a storm will do. as will a good tawny port after a yummy dinner. i can smell it now, and know it’ll be warm and fuzzy going down. Not fuzzy in a “hey there’s mold on that” kind of way, but more like a good sweater.

    By heather on 09.22.2011

  7. The window off the port side of the ship looks onto a large, open expanse of nothing at all. The starboard shows lang and carries just a hint of a reminder of a fine wine drunk one day between two not-quite-lovers.

    By Amelie on 09.22.2011

  8. Port to starboard, cap’n!

    By AT on 09.22.2011

  9. Port, she liked the sound of the name, so her newborn carried the name with her. Port. Growing up she never knew what her mothers obsession spawned from, all she could guess was that perhaps her father had been a sailor. Port? Such a silly name. But her mother loved it. She thought it was beautiful.

    By Rhiannon Rae URL on 09.22.2011

  10. Dock me in port
    let me wash unto the yellow sands
    pulled from the depths
    of a great unknown
    tossed onto the shores of suffering
    unable to
    which is the true hell

    By SprawlingInk URL on 09.22.2011

  11. any port in a storm is an old but true saying . it is often said during times of need or crisis. comfort can be provided even if it is not the ideal spot one desired.

    By drala on 09.22.2011

  12. there was a ship at the port on the day they left me. it was raining. i remember the blue rusted metal and smell of the ocean as i stood on the corner street.

    By thetreetattoo URL on 09.22.2011

  13. They sat on a tiger pelt and drank port. He thought that he would rather be sipping on a fifth of whiskey. She thought this had to be the most romantic moment of her life.

    By Arelle URL on 09.22.2011

  14. We began our drive to the port at which our ship would be docked. I’m so excited that it is unreal! I cant wait to feel the smooth breeze and smell the fresh water.

    By Panda on 09.22.2011

  15. Sitting by the fire
    full moon aglow
    looking into her eyes as we sip on a tasty port
    In these moments, I realize how deeply I fall in love with her each day

    By B. Green URL on 09.22.2011

  16. The ocean rose up to meet Adelaide. She skittered away, even though she was standing on a raised wooden dock. Her back fell against Oliver’s chest.
    “Scaredy-cat.” He said. It was a mocking tone but he placed his hand on her head gently and steered her away from the port. “I guess we won’t watch the boats come in anymore.”

    By Briana Bloom URL on 09.22.2011

  17. The port welcomed many a craft. From vast airships that ruled the skies, to the unsinkable battleships that commanded the seas.

    By Faith URL on 09.22.2011

  18. You’re just like a sailor.

    He was puzzled by the comment, seeing as how he had never even been far enough to see the ocean. “How?”

    “You’ve got a girl in every bar, like a sailor has one in every port. Don’t pretend I’m the only one you run to.”

    By jasmith URL on 09.22.2011

  19. the port was eerily silent. the ships that filled the barge at noonday were still out at sea. Katherine knew something was wrong. She felt in her heart that she would never see david again.

    By may on 09.22.2011

  20. The port of all the world would sit between mountains, on a rocky shore somewhere along the coast of a continent whose weather never drops below fifty degrees. It would be adorned with ships from all the world: tall ones, short ones, colorful ones and drab ones. On the docks, a hundred languages would be heard at any given time, and a thousand more spoken and unnoticed. And it would see blood, the likes of which would never flow at any other place in time.

    By mattlock URL on 09.22.2011

  21. the word “port” somehow evokes something sentimental or romantic, though i don’t have any specific experience. i see a port at night, illuminated…

    By kaorita on 09.22.2011

  22. “Hard to port!!” The Captain yelled urging his men, their black flags being raised. The command echoed through the ship as the men turned. Terrian raced up from below deck. Were they being attacked?! He climbed up to the crows nest, searching for Lan. She was there, watching out ahead. “What is it?” He asked her, grabbing her spy glass.
    “Nuthin’ good, Princess.” She growled. He peered through the glass, his heart stopping for a moment when he saw the Royal Seal, adorning the enemy ship. His Brother’s seal. He had been found.

    By Claire URL on 09.22.2011

  23. I sip from the port wine in my hand as I lie in the tub filled with warm, sudsy water.

    By Candace S. URL on 09.22.2011

  24. The ship pulled into port and unloaded it’s passengers. A young child watched the fish in the ocean, for the first time and giggled happily. The mother smiled serenely at the child’s happiness and was glad she had taken her children with her. Until the older boy pulled his sister’s hair and they started screaming at each other. “This will be fun…” The mother looked for her oldest and saw her dragging the screaming children toward her.

    By abr URL on 09.22.2011

  25. Waiting at the port, the lover stood. Waiting. She’s looking for the man who makes the waves crash into the shore. She’s looking for her lighthouse. She stood and she stood. From morning to afternoon. She began to lose hope. Where is her lover? Did he choose to disappear into the sea, or disappear from her heart?

    By stephanie URL on 09.22.2011

  26. The port was where she and her lover were separated.
    The port will be where she and her lover are reunited again.

    By stephaniewrites URL on 09.22.2011

  27. At the airport I waited several hours for my late flight. A strange man passed me by multiple times. He had long, greasy hair and an open sore on his forehead. He seemed to have crazy eyes.

    By Mary Beth Kopchick on 09.22.2011

  28. the port of the bay will always lead to something beautiful. it leads to the ocean, a place of thought, wonder and imagination. somewhere to gaze when you have no where to turn. a mysterious place, filled with wonder, and serenity.

    By Claire on 09.22.2011

  29. you could go anywhere.
    i was always afraid one day
    you’d set sail
    to far off places with foreign
    tongues and bright, sunlit colors.

    i never wanted you to learn how to live.

    a gate of steel laced with years of mold and neglect
    separated us from the real world.
    you thought there was more to it, i felt this was

    By invinculis URL on 09.22.2011

  30. wine

    By taiga tsubasa URL on 09.22.2011

  31. The port of Avingard was beautiful. It was mixed with every kind of person in the world. Whores in silk hoods, rough-mouthed sailors, anxious wives, dirty children. I felt alive for the first time in the world. I could taste the salty sea breeze, and a thrill ran through me. I searched the crowds until I saw him. I began to feel hopeless, until I saw a familiar green hat. My heart lifted, and I ran into his arms. Turning with a wry grin, he shouted, and caught me.

    By Jessica Jones on 09.22.2011

  32. AIRPORT? Umm.. sure. That’s what I think of at think of at least. I actually like flying. And airports are perfect for people watching. My best friend and I met OSU football players in the Columbus airport this summer. :)

    By Bob on 09.22.2011

  33. I had an ex boyfriend once who wrote a song about Wilmington, also known as “Port City.” It was a really cute song, and when we were dating, it brought me a sense of happiness. However, we broke up and now when I listen to that song, I experience a range of emotions. But I still like the song a lot.

    By Emily URL on 09.22.2011

  34. The Port of Milwaukee. Every time I see that exit on 794 i think of friction dance company. of the amazing opportunity that was. of the fact that i almost didn’t do it. of the fact that i did. of the fact that friction made me rediscover dance and what it meant to me. its more than an exit. its a reminder of who i am.

    By Robyn Hahn URL on 09.22.2011

  35. i went to the ship port, to say goodbye to him. he kissed me.

    he could hear the bombs overhead when it happened.

    they brought me back his body in a casket.

    By SHB on 09.22.2011

  36. The scene was straight out of foggy London and a Sherlock Holmes mystery including the sea port.

    By Bart on 09.22.2011

  37. There I sat, eating dinner at a semi-classy restaurant. My table for one, out on the balcony facing the river screamed “LONELY LOSER!” in the faces of all passers-by.

    By SplashCat521 URL on 09.22.2011

  38. Nannie drank port when she breasted her babies. She said it would thicken the milk. I preferred sherry. It was a bond of sweetness we shared across the dry sober bridge of my mother.

    By nannan URL on 09.22.2011

  39. a port for boats has lots of boats docked there. port is like portal, and i think of a channel that things travel through. sounds like porka, which is what my grandmother would call fat people. not to be crude, just the truth. there are airports where millions come and go throughout the day.

    By Amanda on 09.22.2011

  40. Didn’t some place start as like a porting community…?
    Oh, yeah. FerryPORT Landing, NY.
    Well, now that that odd little… thing is over…
    Wait, what?

    By missstar URL on 09.22.2011