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FICTION
DIARY OF ... SET
Entry 1
Saltwater sprays in my face. The air around me
feels cold and dingy. I have been on this wretched
ship for almost a month now. However, I must go
on. The feelings get stronger every day, feelings of
a death, being reborn. It all started when I had that
dream. Recalling it is easy, it lingers strongly in my
mind up to this day. I awoke from it, feverish with
clammy skin. It was only a dream, yet, it resonated so
strongly that there had to be some truth to it. He was
dead, I’m sure of it. It was with my own hands that
the deed was done. This dream told a different story,
one that is making me uncertain of the events after
that day. I had to make sure. I must know the truth.
Entry 2
The seas are not letting up. Strong winds lead
to tall waves which in turn leads to my unsettling
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By Timothy Tian
stomach. I never liked the sea and I’m glad their
feelings toward me are mutual. Shore must be
arriving soon. I see a human in the distance. His
facial expression shows anger and in his right hand,
there is a trident. I sense that a battle awaits me.
Entry 3
That was no mere human. He possessed
abilities no mortal could bear. I was at a clear
disadvantage, being stuck in this watery abyss. I
could tell that this was his realm. The waters were
at his disposal as he threw a series of waves at me,
one after the other. Fortunately, I am unharmed.
My ship is not so lucky. It now lies at the bottom of
the ocean, forever lost to me. The same can be said
for my undoubtedly formidable foe. Being the god
of storms and the desert, I merely had to bury him
under my precious sand. With the heavy mixture of
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