By danica on
Monday, January 22, 2007 8:14 AM
It was a dark and stormy night, thunder echoed across the sky and lightning pierced the gloom with vicious strokes.
Nah …… just Kidding!
The sun shone over Istalia on a beautiful summer’s morning, small breakers lapped the shore and the sand glistened with dew. After the sea storms of the last couple of days the island seemed at peace. The clear sky was empty all the clouds had been blown away the night before. A black speck appeared far off on the horizon, which on closer inspection revealed a rather elderly looking seagull.
The seagull was exhausted it knew if it didn’t find land soon it would die. Its tired eyes saw a welcoming golden blob at the edge of his vision. Where it was it had no idea, the storms had blown it far of course and tested his every ounce of strength and stamina. It sort of glided part staggered in the air towards its salvation.Tired muscles guided it in towards the shoreline, as it neared the island its eyes picked out the signs of human civilisation.
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