Sometimes at dusk we would see him come out from the hidden interior of his island. For years we had no idea who or what he did until....
I followed him. I jumped tree to tree, only to find that where he was going there were no trees. After many hours of searching, I finally realized he came to spy on us. Us?
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Nice I like what you did with it. I love how different everyone's is. I turned mine into a gory horror story, Rowena turned hers into an idea for a mystery novel, and yours sounds like it could be a really good novel.
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