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The Ship by TheMichaelMacRae The Ship by TheMichaelMacRae
It is here.

These empty plains are distinctly quiet. Vast and freeing there is nothing infront of me but wide fields and a small path that leads through them. There is a low wind from the north that rustles the grass against my sides. The sky is grey and I can barely see the shapes of clouds and the warm air covers me like a blanket. I close my eyes and allow my mind to go blank.

Some time later I wake, yet with my eyes still closed with blackness surrounding me. I wonder, am I still asleep although aware of my state? Or am I too rested to open my eyes and the dream scape has passed? I do not remember having dreamed of anything. Regardless, I stand and open my eyes with little effort. I take a deep breath, bend backwards until my fingers touch the dirt and my back cracks six times. I filter my bare feet through the earth and relish the cool sensation from the soil not exposed to the warm air.

I begin to walk. Step by step along the path I walk for maybe 15 minutes. The wind at my back gracefully following me along.

Then it happens. It is as if air dropped dead. Dead silence. I hear nothing but the shuffling of my feet and my breathing. I feel the beat of my heart in my ears. Unrelenting, unyielding nothingness. I cease marching and stand still. I am able to hear the dust settle around my feet. Total stillness.

I look behind me, to either side, then back behind and I catch a glimpse of movement. Still in total silence, I see the grass miles away is moving. I see a wave come from the distance. A shock wave speeding towards me. An expanding bubble of invisible force. There is nowhere to run so I stand. It is here in seconds.

My ears are given no time to adjust, the sound, heavy rumbling horn, ear shattering, horrid vibrating, pulsating, encompass everything. I feel it killing me. I am clamped down on my hands and knees and bombarded. My skin shakes, my clothes and hair are forced back pulling me with them, the grass is blurred and the sky expands away. The sound reaches its peak then raises pitch before it ceases. It is followed by a vast echo.

I am on my knees and wipe the dirt from my eyes and cough. Grass and dust fall from the air all around and they make sounds as they fall back to the earth, sounds like rain. Everything is disturbed. It was so sudden, with no time to prepare. It was a calling, an announcement. I gather myself and head toward the sound northward.

I wander back along the path. In the silence a fog creeps toward me. It gains density the furthur I move into it. I follow the path, I trust it. The air becomes heavier and I can smell the ocean more and more with each passing hour. the grass become sharper and the path reverts to sand when the silence is broken. The sound of a fog horn erupts through the fog from just ahead. It is loud but not as destructive as before, yet I can see its ripples through the air, fast shock waves with each vibration. Its low pitch vibrates me to the core so I clench my ears and press up the slope before me. I can feel the oceans presence ahead, but can not hear it over the din.

I have reached what appears to be the tip of the slope that I know then leads down to the ocean. I recognize the fence beside me, the spot on it that I carved my name into. I am comforted by the familiarity amongst the foreign sound that is engulfing me.


The sound stops. I look up at the sky which is now coming into view as the fog moves on. I turn and look down the slope behind me, the grey mist that flows down it like water. I feel the wind against my neck again and through my sandy hair. I shake out the grit and run my fingers through it as I turn back to the ocean that should be coming into view. But it is not the ocean that I see.

It is here. A vast, black, monolith. I have never dreamed of anything so large. Towering over the bay, dominating the land, sea, and air. Its giant hull pulsating and I can hear a low hum coming from it. I am terrified, though I can not look away. I am drawn to it. Like a beacon it called me and I must heed it. It bellows once more and fills my body with vibrations that I can even feel in the ground through my feet. I think it is acknowledging my presence. I find it intimidating yet strangely comforting. It is here. I can not deny it. I can only go forth. It is calling me and I will answer its call.
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LaylanatorXVII Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2016  New Deviant
Moreuse Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
this is really pretty
kirpo-kirpo Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2015  Student General Artist
creepy haunting and terrifying ! absolutely AMAZING WORK 
Talicia23 Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2014  Hobbyist
Wow, this is absolutely amazing!
Silverwolf51 Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Absolutely gorgeous!
blackvalentino Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2014
So dramatic.
DracoScatchmore Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I love just pretty much everything about this picture.
It looks so amazing...
Her clothes and pose give her such a fragile look towards that giant and enormous ship...
The colors are wonderful and the surroundings, the fence and all, fit so perfectly :D
And I love the little infinity-tattoo on her neck :D
AnimeGirlAmy Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2014
Is there any symbolism with the tattoo on the back of her neck? It looks a lot like the one Jack had on his wrist in Bioshock.
TheMichaelMacRae Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
No, it's just the tattoo I have on my wrist. It's just an infinity symbol. I thought it was neat at the time
more-or--less Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Student General Artist
stephanieroseadams Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2013  Professional Writer
Should I publish a book of poems called "BRINK", would you consider collaborating with this as the cover?  . . . just to say, I admire your work!
TheMichaelMacRae Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Let me know once things get ironed out and then sure!
ReikoNakamura Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is so beautiful! I love the kind of simplicity it has, and how it looks sort of haunting 
troniclove Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2011
really impressive! the atmosphere created by your choice of colours seems to be foreshadowing a storm that is to come. even more so with the indimidating effect this huge ship has on the environment! i have to admit im a little too lazy to read all of the description (sorry xD) but the scpraps i have caught a glimpse of seem to be of the same kind of atmosphere as ur painting. u managed to convey what u wanted to would be my conclusion, good job on doing so! this is some really great painting!
Forgottev-Vestige Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2011
Very, very intriguing. Sorry for the belated "critique", something came up. A few of the conjunctions feel like they roughed-up otherwise smooth sentences. Consider using semi-colons to usurp and's; one sentence that stuck me specifically was "It is loud but not as destructive as before, yet I can see its ripples through the air, fast shock waves with each vibration.". The "but" just irks me - it seems to break the flow of the sentence.

The story is very good as usual; it's got a good balance of descriptors and intrigue. A few grammatical errors or spelling errors, but those don't matter really. Good job, man. :)
omer88 Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2011
man this is awsome but for some reason its kind of hard to understand its a ship... maybe make it more faded.. or change the shape a bit...
i still love it though ! :D
original001 Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
nice. i really like the shadings on her back.
DragonDriver5 Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2011  Professional Photographer
wow.. I dont know what else to say.. I'm in awe
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