The Brocade below was written by Edward Padilla and used the words Pity and Worry in connection with the photo below. You can write a Brocade too! Just open the Writing menu in the navbar above, and click Brocade: A Writer’s Exercise!
I sit here all alone. I remember the days of my glory. Riding the waves and cruising the sea. Those were the good times. Now, I just sit here watching the sun set in its endeavor to rise once more. The water that I once defied, pelts me from time to time. It takes its revenge on me splinter by splinter. The local children beat on my hull with sticks and stones, laughing at my misery. I can only sit here and watch as they make holes in my wood. Every so often a child will stand on my deck, weaving back and forth, pretending he is a pirate captain. Those are the last of my good days. My time is coming soon for I heard the land owner the other day. He was talking to somebody about what to do with me. I am to be used as fire wood, scrapped and torn apart for one last useful moment. My final ride will be not in water, but in fire.