Sans Oblast : Writing

The Ship

The Ship

A Poem by Sans Oblast


We sit on the deck, Oars in our hands, Back and forth we row To the beat of the band. A wave lurches, and buries us deep, We struggle forward, ..
"...when I see it."

\"...when I see it.\"

A Story by Sans Oblast


As she opened the door, a sick, putrid smell wafted out, strangling her, forcing itself into her nostrils, almost scr..