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The sun was high up, shining brightly across the blue unsettling ground. The sunlight would occasionally give the pretence of sapphires and diamonds as it flowed across the ocean.
People always say that friendship never ends, and its true really, but it could get you in a big mess, if you take it to the limits.Which Is what I did.Im Tulula a normal city girl, I mean a normal...
Untitled_Audio_Log_001 Is this thing on. *tap-tap* Ah, yeah, there we go. This is Elizabeth McGlashan reporting at 0812 hours on May 21st, 2017. Location... Somewhere.
You might think that the children were dead, but luckily they had only been knocked out by incoming people.
Part 3 *•*•*•*• I quietly climbed out of the hammock, my heart racing. As I crawled over to the window and peered out, I felt the presence of the wolf standing next to me.
He woke up suddenly, gasping for air and starteling everyone around him. "Where am I?" He said in between gasps to me. "You're in the beach, you just told us your story.
Once I had caught some fish,I went to find some shelter but there was nothing around except a pile of sticks and seaweed.Suddenly,an idea struck my mind as my back tingled,I grabbed the sticks and...
A raging storm Never ceases Ship abandoned Broken pieces Shipwrecked slumber Torn asunder Without shelter Worst not over A wrecked captain Devoid of crew An empty mess He's hollow...
Water crashed in the sun-kissed bay,. On the most radiant, florid day,. Made verdant by the Sea Grape trees,. The best in all the Seven Seas,. I stood below the battered deck,.
This soulless husk is all that remains, Of what was once so proud and strong, For she would sail upon high waters, And bellow joy within her song.
Something wicked this way comes. Gathering all it's power. Amid the rats and crashing waves. The crew it has devoured. A tempest rages towards the land. With thunder up ahead.
#island I fell. It hurt. The ground rushing up towards me was the last thing I remember. Then dark. Painful darkness.
I heard the shout again. Illegible but.... Human. Definitely human. My mind buzzed, I felt my jaw drop at the thought. But I was alone, my head said, no one else survived the plane crash...
Here I am. Just me alone. A wall stands there before me. It is as white as a fresh blanket of snow on a cold morning during the winter months.
So here I am.On a lifeboat.I put my hand in the water...then quickly took it out because it was that freezing.I stare up at the ship.It's so sad to watch.On this lifeboat it is very boring but I...
Time:12:32pm.At some point the ship will sink.This all seems like a nightmare but I just know that it is all real.I'm beginning to feel a little dizzy now.I don't know what to do.
I quickly put on some clothes and ran onto the top deck of the ship with everyone else.1st,2nd and 3rd classes were all crowded on the top deck,as it was the safest place.Time:11:34pm.It was starting...
He hides, taking occasional glances, Thinks he maybe should take less chances. A stowaway on a small blue boat, Carrying lots of boxes and an old grey goat.
We fell for a few seconds, but those few seconds felt like hours, I was running away from my life, leaving everything behind, like a coward. I was not proud if myself but what happens, happens.
( now on this is going to be from Erin's point of view) I woke with a gasp. The sound of ambulances was like fog in air. I took a backward glance and saw bodies scattered along the shore.
My eyes were burning as I tried to open them. Sea's salt crust was stuck in my eyes so it was hard to see. A huge light was facing me and a long figure was standing way back in the corner.
Like if you want to see more. "Everything went black..." I slowly opened my eyes, and painfully tilted my head to look around. Wood everywhere. I was lying on a pile of straw, Lubber at my side.
Like if you want to see more. I remember it like it was yesterday. The endless sea, swaying to and fro. The stench of rotten fish. The sound of seagulls drifting in the air.
It sits their, waiting in the middle of the Atlantic, with one survivor. He sits there like a skeleton, on the Deck Barrier freezing , is he Dead. His white face and weak knees would suggest so.