Alone but not, on an Island

Alone but not, on an Island

A Story by Weeping Willow
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Its a story about dream Island Part 1

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Off the coast of Australia there is an island that nobody goes near. It is the island of dreams, and if you don’t know how to control your dreams than you end up like most of the people there, a weird type of animal. But there is one girl still on the island waiting for someone to be able to live there as well. She is the last of her people, the last person to control her dreams.

One day a brave young man goes to the island hoping the myths are just myths. When he first arrivals he is amazed in how beautiful it is, he explores all day without even seeing me. As I follow him, he starts to amaze me; I haven’t seen another human in years. Soon I get bored of watching him and head home, to my waterfall and lake. I speak to the spirits asking them if he’s all right, and if he’ll last long, but most start of the spirits start betting on how long he’ll last. I scared that the human I just meet will die just like my friends and family.

The next day I wake up to screaming, one of the spirit is screaming for help. I ran as fast as I can, and find the human trying to cut down my friend

“Stop it, you’ll kill him.” I yell as I run into the man, he looks at me

“It’s just a tree, why can’t I cut it down?” he asks me, so I tell him all about the spirits, and how it’s wrong to kill them. He just smiles as I tell him

“A tree is just a tree,” he says finally, angry I punch him

“Did that hurt? If so that is only a small pain of what will happen if you hurt any of my friends.” I say storming off. I don’t meet him again until the spirit start talking to him, he soon realise his mistake and comes to look for me. When I see him again he has falling into pit trap I made to keep the animals off my food. He stands up as I offer my hand to him,

“Try not to fall into pit traps sir, they’re everywhere on this island.” I say smiling, he smiles back as we walk to my home near the waterfall. As the days got on nothing happen to him, could he be like me? I would asks myself that question every day, but I always feared the worst, that he and I wouldn’t be able to live here. The more I thought about him dyeing or turning into an animal the more sacred I got. Then one day he showed the first symptoms of becoming an animal.      

© 2012 Weeping Willow


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Ooooh, I can't wait for more. Oh, and 'dyeing' here is simply 'dying.'

Posted 11 Years Ago


I like it keep writing more. :) 100/100

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow...this was a really creative idea. It kept me reading and it flowed nice.
I love the portrayal of the spirits :)

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Weeping Willow
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Dream land, Shelbyville, Australia



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My name is Weeping Willow I am a girl, and I love to write. I’m not always good and usually get bored of something easily. I’m a little weird and far out when it comes to stories. Even th.. more..

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