My crusted lips hurt,when I touched the trees they felt as hard as bone. There were piles of kumra, coconuts, bannanas, and tons of others.
The moonlight shined on my face like a bright torch, the wind blew pass me as I stood on the edge of the sand. It smelled like freshly cut grass oh, how much I love that smell.
The under sized hands picked up a handful, of sand and thew it at the waves makeing a satisfying sound, like tons of pebbeles thrown into a river.
The tribe was slowly perishing. The tribe was soon to be very miniature. They were low on coconuts whitch were fury like a lions mane, bannas were as smooth like a perfecly sanded piece of wood , yams were as sweet as a lollie, and more. The island was becomeing very minuscule.
The canoe was perfectly carved and sanded to wonderfullness, cutting though the waves like they were nothing makeing no splashes because how beautifully carved it was.
Wow what an interesting and descriptive piece of writing ypu have created Josh! Awesome work! I almost felt like I was standing on the island and experiencing all the smells and sounds too. Where did you get the inspiration to write about this from? Was it a boom or from your own imagination and experiences? Xx
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