A friend provided a prompt.
|Anthony races to the hull of the ship, the crowd of others pushing him. Hands grip the wheel, women begin to type meaningless symbols while men press useless buttons. The end of them all is inevitable. Tragic, how one voyage through the ocean could end like this. A mother hushes a child as they reach out for their father. Lightning thunders down, electrifying the waves. Dogs bark and huddle into corners. Everything around him was a blur of greys, the lightest off-white to the darkest midnight. The moonlight glazed over them through the grey clouds. The only colour that night was the small lights coming off the buttons and keypads.
As the ship leans sideways, hands fumble, reaching for the little space there was on the handle. Those who had been holding it before had weakened their grip by far, and those who had just joined were weak in the arms from trying their best to help others. And so, the ship began to lean towards the deep, dark ocean that lay out before them. They fall down, down, down. Eyes closed, the world around them black. Air rushes against their skin as they sink down.
His grey eyes are forced open by the sheer force of it all. Around him, the sky is a deep blue ocean spread out before him like a map. Shades of purple and black are mixed in like a cake batter. White sprinkles are overdosed in one area, and completely gone in another. Like how the boy fell down from the ocean into the endless sky, a star fell from the sky into the earth below.