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I’m on a deserted island. All alone. With no one to talk to, to ask about something. Every day it is the same. Everywhere I look, I see water. Nothing but the blue sea. The only thing I can do is wait. Sit down on the sand and wait for a miracle. A ship or maybe a boat to pass by and hopefully save me.
Everyone loves exotic places, basking on the sun, eating coco, bananas and other fruits. As for me, I’ve had enough of it. I got burned because of the sun, my skin is covered with salt and I want to eat some meat or vegetables, not only fruits.
I long to go home. I want to leave this place. Peace and quiet is good and healthy, but with company is much better. If only there was a ship or even a boat. If only I wasn’t alone. If only the sun wasn’t so hot and burning. If only... I could go home.
- by Fukachi Usagi |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 12/09/2008 |
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- Title: Living on a Deserted Island
- Artist: Fukachi Usagi
- Description: A little something I once wrote in my English class. We were supposed to describe how we picture our lives as we live on a desert island. Most of my classmates wrote how wonderful and fun it would be, while I decided to put my heart into it. My teacher told me it was very poetic ^^. I personally can’t picture a wonderful life on a deserted island… Can you?
- Date: 12/09/2008
- Tags: living desert island
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Kabecka - 01/20/2009
- Very well written. 5 stars
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- Fukachi Usagi - 12/13/2008
- Good point! I'll edit.
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- francel_joy - 12/13/2008
- since it a desert island not a "deserted island" you might change your mind. "no man is an island" of course, unless it's deserted. good work.
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