BOMBASTIC NATION

Storyteller

Its Four day morning, a foggy four day morning, unusual for a tropical island. You are walking the beach, taking in the fading stars behind the unseen storm clouds approaching from the skies about the endless ocean. In comes the rain, grey and silver against the swelling waves. Then you think you see something, something tall and lanky approaching from the wakes. It stops for a second, then with lightening speed runs towards you. A menacing laugh sliced though the darkness, before you know it you are on your back. That face, that face will be in your dreams for the rest of your life.

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