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The black depths of the ocean churned around the small vessel as it made its slow journey to the bottom of the trench. The external lights had been turned off at sixteen hundred hours after swarms of smaller fish had begun approaching the dorsal and frontal lighting systems, and so the crew of six watched through their view ports at indiscernible darkness. Evari was feeling the onset of anxiety. She could feel her shoulders hunched in tension, and she kept bending her fingers as if trying to crack them, but they had long since stopped making any cathartic popping sounds. She had come down here to see squids. She had come down here to observe the life of the ocean, and instead she was looking at what might as well have been black felt. Her irritation had turned to fear when something had suddenly rocked the little submarine about twenty minutes prior, and the sudden sensation of being in an elevator she could not get out of had spun into her head. "Dr. Kostova" Evari tur...

This is largely just a blog for me, to post writing prompts, short vignettes and keep track of my progress as I embark on my goal of writing a novel and becoming a better writer. My name is BT Schurmann, and my goal is to write Three Fantasy Novels, a Dystopian Scifi novel, and publish three short stories by the end of 2023.