The Beach Where Lost Things Go

The Beach Where Lost Things Go

A Story by WeakFreak

You know when you lose your watch or your earring or your flashlight, and you never actually find them again? Well there's a place where those things go. They wash up on the shore of an island. The beach is covered in children's toys, key chains, picture frames and books. The island is in the middle of the ocean, further from any land then any island in the whole world. No one lives on this island, no one even knows it exists, at least they didn't. I woke up with sand in my mouth. I wasn't fully awake until the chilled water rushed over my feet. I scurried back into the dryer sand. I took in my surroundings. A cow bell, a tip writer, a tea cup, a lighter, a pair of jeans, one boot, a wig, a light bulb. Piles of random things. It took me days to figure out why I was there. I only realized when found and old temple like building. On the building I found the phrase "Wapi potea vitu wewe mapenzi pata" which means "where lost things you will find" in swahili. So I figured it out. The island was where lost things so, but seeing as there were no other people on the island, I would guess I was not here cause I was lost by destination. Right when I discovered  this I woke up in my bed. I got up and changed my life, I fixed what needed to be fixed, and I learned to walk away from things. I still tell people about the island, about my "dream" but it wasn't a dream, I went to the island where lost things are found.     

© 2019 WeakFreak



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I liked it made sense, I thought it was well written, things always go missing and are never found the island sounds good to me

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WeakFreak

8 Months Ago

Thank you, I wrote it for school

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Added on September 14, 2018
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Tags: Lost, Poetry

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WeakFreak
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I'm kind of odd, and kind of normal, I'm good at faking things and I like writing cause I can tell the truth and no one thinks anything of it cause to them it's just a poem, or just a story. And maybe.. more..

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