When I think of the words "isle" I am on a boat. The water that surrounds me is still, but not calm and the air is still and quiet. Everything is still and quiet. The boat rocks on the gray waters and around me I hear the rumblings of thunder. Mist rises up and covers our path, the path our boat is creating through the water. Before us, is the isle. A mysterious strip of land, abandoned and dangerous. This is where they died. Death and mystery surround this place, hanging on the branches of trees and rolling on the ground. This is the place that haunts my nightmares. I have seen this place only once before and now I have returned to finish what what was once begun.
The point of that little blip up there was to pick a word from my list of awesome words (yes, i have one), and write whatever happened to pop into my head when i heard the word. The word I chose was Isle and I just got this image of darkness and a mysterious place surrounded by death. Sorry if I seems morbid, it isn't meant to, it's just my imagination...hmm that doesn't sound good. haha
That One Girl
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