I have been exhuming some writings of mine which have been dead for quite some time and am working to revive a bit of the old stuff. The following is a short story I began and then somehow lost the interest for but I feel posting it here might get the creative juices going again and will allow me to find some direction for it. I had a working title for it of The Culpa Dock on Fuego Bay.
No moon shined that night over the Culpa Dock on Fuego Bay. Yet somewhere in the galaxy, hidden among the spiraling arms of the celestial and the elliptical orbits of solids and gasses, positioned behind the great arching bow of the constellation Orion, streamed an undiscovered comet, undiscovered by humans, and known as Aropa to those beings which had encountered its astonishing nature. The course it maintained could be considered negligible for it posed no immediate threat to planet Earth but, upon its existence rested a destiny that went beyond the knowledge of the magnanimous sky. It coursed like a majestic river, meandering with no concern for destination and at the same time full of intent and purposes, never contending, always yielding. For although it seemed to defy the boundaries and physics of its astronomical world, it eventually would come to face to face with these forces and discover a determination not yet known in its long existence, this great mastodon of the universe.
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