Short Story: The Island

Genre: fantasy


For such a small island, there were a lot of large predators.

His blunt nails and even teeth were no match for the sharp claws and tapered fangs, but he was armed head to toe, and the weapons weren’t just for show.

Some attacked alone, some in groups. He fought them all with practiced efficiency as he advanced into the heart of the island.

To her.

A giant flower sat next to a waterfall. He brushed the petals aside to shake the shoulder of the sleeping girl inside.

“Wake up.”

The petals curled back, trying to cover the girl, but he nudged them aside.

“You can’t hide forever.”

She sighed.


The island faded away.

In the real world, two pairs of eyes opened.


Posted on June 15, 2017, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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