The Three Wayward Sea Story

By Joseph D’Ambrosio

Though The Three Wayward Sea Story has its own strength and the adventurous structure of his own life.
Though it is the life of the whole world.
For it is a three-short-story novel.
The memories of the moments everyone could capture as reality and make-believe.
The book The Three Wayward Sea Story.
One is the greatness of all.
Though they do come together, that is great too.
As the day is great, bright, and ready for tomorrow.
For the lost would be found.
The cold and lonely will find the warmth and the other someone to love and to cherish.
As the day has ended, tomorrow is soon at hand.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781493117925

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Copyright © 2013 by Joseph D’Ambrosio.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 11/06/2013

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Contents

Preface

The Ship that Sunk at the Bottom of the Sea

The Sea

The Landscapes’ Distinguished Eyes

About the Author

Preface

F or through the night you do live.

The life of anyone or anything you have done in your life.

From though the sea does speak, the landscape also tells you the wonder of your life.

For as an angel has the pure passion of their life.

Though as the ship that sunk at the bottom of the sea could come to the storyteller.

For as it does, the purity of a humanity, has your dignity, has the darker feelings of an evil that also is good.

Through the sea has many ways to tell you the graces, the doorways of another world.

Though as it does, the storyteller has made sense out of their own life.

Though that is cold and has a beautiful confined wonder that would tell you the truth and the lies the storyteller has heard firsthand.

For though as you see and hear your dreams you have at night.

For have you ever lived in the world you dreamed.

As the landscapes’ distinguished eyes do let you live in that world.

Though it also gives you the unknowing will to live and know the meaning of death.

Through the memories, the mysteries, and the adventures of the world and the worlds you have dreamed.

Though will let you create other worlds all by yourself.

Though through a world, the landscapes’ distinguished eyes would be an odyssey you would never forget.

The Ship that Sunk at the Bottom of the Sea

T hough the daydreamer of though through my thoughts.

The laughter, the freedom, the greater good of a friendship. The ship that sunk at the bottom of the sea came too close to my mind again. Though you are here, the daytime is gone now.

The purity of the envy, the sadness.

I have turned into a madman, the monster that would conquer the word of my own lifetime. Conquer my own way of life.

The hatred, for there is no more love in this world for me.

There’s not enough room for you and me in this world taken by you. The woman, a man, that of the children I will never see; I never will hear any of them.

The graceless way I feel right now. I feel like I am dead, that someone killed me, that they put a knife in me.

The darkness has yet to be spoken of.

Though it’s nighttime now, the greater unknown has the conquest of another day to come. The woman loves the man, though the children ill to obey sometimes. The darker ways of a child is in their wandering of the day and night.

Ask them if they had a good night.

For a prayer never sounded better off every night. Through the mind of a child, for you have been a child too.

Though it may have been years ago.

Though you will never forget when you were a child. For the landscapes have many magical memories for me when I was a child—till now.

Right this minute, the world could come to an end. Though I still am doing what I love to do. Through the childhood days of the youth I had been then.

The day might be over since I was a child, a kid, though I am forced to work off someone else’s playtime; damn me, you said. I feel the need of my childhood.

The rain fell today as I was sleeping.

Though the rain hitting on the roof—it woke me up from a deep sleep. Though I got my rest I very much needed. Though the day is gone, not missing, for it will never come this way again. For one day is the essence of my possessed body and mind.

For I don’t have a soul at all. For I don’t believe I have a soul. Though the darkness, they say, is in my life right now.

For the ship that sunk at the bottom of the sea is still there. Though where are you, though you still know that there is the ship out there somewhere, you said?

Though the beauty of something in the memory of someone else.

The wintertime I have disregarded as the tomorrow that would never come.

From the sounds of the sea waves going up and down, I hear you breathing hard.