The waves finally stopped screaming, leaving us face-down in sand that felt like powdered glass. When I looked up, the Aurora was nothing but a ribcage of splintered teak snagging on the reef. “Sara?” I croaked.
What we did not have:
“Elena,” I whispered. “Hold on to me.” my wife and i shipwrecked on a desert island fixed
Upon arrival on the island, the first priority is to assess the situation and take stock of available resources: The waves finally stopped screaming, leaving us face-down
"For the stars. The brochure promised 'unparalleled stargazing.' I want to see if they oversold that, too." What we did not have: “Elena,” I whispered
Recovered a knife, one waterproof flashlight, and a soggy bag of trail mix. Chelsea Young Writers Option 4: The Romance Trope (Nostalgic)
Elena stood up, her hair a matted nest of salt and sand, and picked up a piece of driftwood. She began scraping a massive 'SOS' into the wet sand near the waterline, deep and wide.