|One Odd Night
Author: AlternativeRocker PM
I got lost in a boat and came across an uninhabited, strange island and this is about that night. It's a short story that I wrote a couple of years ago.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy/Adventure - Words: 518 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-15-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2764233
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Authors Note: This is a short story I found on my school computer files, so I felt like I would, finally, post something on this site. I might try and post another random story that I found, soon :)
One Odd Night
I was standing alone, surrounded by beautiful green palm trees. I could hear the waves smashing against the dull, grey rocks that shielded a cave which passers-by would never see. The pale yellow sand was so warm that I was hopping around like a rabbit that was stuck on a trampoline.
I started to walk towards the vast forest that breathtaking with the sunshine glistening of the moisture on all the green leaves. When I eventually reached a clearance in the middle of the forest I realised that the trees weren't their normal colours any more: the trunks were bright pink and the leaves were pure red. In the corner of my eye there was a flash of blue but then I heard something that sounded like a cat purring from the same direction. I went to the exact place from where I heard it and found a tiny blue kitten wrapped in the red leaves. I was very careful not to alarm it in any way but I picked it up and took it back to the clearance that I was in.
Later on that night I was stroking the small, fluffy kitten and thinking about how I had got here in the first place. I had travelled in a small wooden boat that I had made myself and I had been rowing it in a sea when a gigantic wave came and pushed me into the middle of the sea and after a few days of floating around aimlessly I ended up on this island.
It was pouring with rain and I was trying to find somewhere to sleep when I saw a bird landing on one of the strange, twisted branches next to me. It wasn't an ordinary bird though, nothing on this island was, true enough. The bird had had gold wings and a silver body like the colours from a bank which was full of money. It was staring at me like I was some strange creature from a far away planet. It was starting to look more evil and then it stood up and flew over to me and started to use its beak to peck on my arm which was quite painful and then it just flew off blissfully into the night sky.
The next again morning I was walking on the beach when in the distance I saw a small boat drifting around on the water. I started waving my arms frantically in that direction, a few moments later I was on this lovely little boat with only the captain for company. He was heading back to Britain so I came aboard to go back home but when I told people the story about the discoloured trees, no one believed me. I'm hardly surprised; it was an odd night to say the least.