The End of : The mysterious observer

I stood on the beach, listening to the waves lapping on the sand. My eyes were closed, arms thrust out as if I was pushing a heavy rock. Maybe I was. My hands didn’t feel anything, long thin fingers touching nothing but feeling the cold of the ocean. Water began to fill in the boat I had targeted, and the person sitting calmly in it jumped up. They looked surprised. My eyes were still closed, but I could sense what was going on. The boat began to overflow, and the figure lept out, towards my island. I burned. This was my island. I’d fought to survive here. I’d built my life here. It was all I had left. My family was gone. My friends were gone. This island gave me something to lose. I was not going to lose it now.

By Annelise :)