There’s a beat to each swell, a timpani of halyards slapping like glass shattering over and over, the vibrations a shudder that thrums the soul. A groan, the tiller resists, then lifts, lifts, lifts. Bracing, she wails her fury, plunging into a gravity well. Play the sheet, forget subtle, she’s running hard, tippy, shouldering aside the foam…
The orchestration is Wagnerian, the subtext fear. Gurgles, the shush of a hisshisshisshiss. Listen. Listen hard. She sees it, feels it, the wall. Slam it now. A bolt of silence careens and leans and the purr of agony screams her length.
She’ll fight you, if you let her. Don’t, don’t, give in. Now, go now, release it. She’ll slice you headless on the lean, tuck it tight, into your gut muscles quivering, skin slicing blood greasing, let’er slide.
She’s got the bit, rooster-tailing, slamming, groaning coming about. Pow pow pow she swings her wings, accelerating into the broad reach.
Breathe.
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About Nya Rawlyns
Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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Every time I read your work, I find my breath taken from me, and a little bit of my soul left as an offering.
(And every time I read your bio, which I do, every time, I laugh at the idea of having two pervert parakeets in the same house with Little Miss.)
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I’m a sucker for sailing and it’s great to read pieces from one who’s lived it, felt it, been inspired by it. Exhilarating stuff.
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My relatives always say that I am killing my time here at web, except
I know I am getting experience every day by reading such nice content.
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