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MY ISLAND
I am
ship shipwrecked, abandoned, and stranded. I have floated up to an
island, I know nothing about and I don't know if I am close to a town
or city. I am scared. What will I do?
This
little island looks tropical. It has about twenty palm trees on it. I
can find lots of shells everywhere, all different shapes, sizes, and
colours. I can see the little fish jumping and flipping around in the
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I am
almost starting to like this island, but I don't want to live here
forever. I hope that a boat will come and find me. At least some other
person could get shipwrecked and come and starve with me on the little
island. No, that won't happen.
All
these questions are passing through my head. Is this real? Am I going
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But then
all in a shudder a thing comes from the palm forest….a creature. But
what is it? Help me! What's going to happen to me I keep asking
myself? Then just as the creature tries to pounce on me and eat me all
up…POOF |
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But then
all in a shudder a thing comes from the palm forest….a creature. But
what is it? Help me! What's going to happen to me I keep asking
myself? Then just as the creature tries to pounce on me and eat me all
up…POOF |
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I wake
up. What a horrible dream. What was that creature? What was that
thing? I fall back asleep and the dream continues on. The thing has
just pounced into the air and …POOF! |
By Ashley |
I
wake
up again. Only to find my big fat cat named Cocoapuff sitting on my
head. I was so afraid of what turned out to be my cat. Oh, what a
dream! I hope I never, yes never, have that dream anymore. |
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MY ISLAND
My island is in a perfect place with the best weather anyone would
wish for. In the summer, the sun is out beating down on the beach,
but there is a light, cool breeze.
In the
winter, the sun is weaker and there is no snow. YA!!!!!!!!!! |
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Animals dodge every which way when I find
their hiding spot, even though they’re tame. The blood-thirsty sharks
let me swim in the cool refreshing water, but only if I stay out of
their WAY! |
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The soft, light sand tickles my toes
every time my foot collides with the ground. The trees reach the sky
and pierce though the puffy clouds above. The wind dances though my
hair to the soft melody of the waves gently meeting the shore. It’s a
dream of an island. |
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By Mel |
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