Post by Lark on Apr 9, 2005 21:20:20 GMT -5
May 25th
This isn't the journal I started my travels with. That one is gone. So I'm gonna start all over, in hopes of my life stories being found and published one day. My name is Akrona. I've taken to writing. I love to write. I hoped to be a world famous journalist who tells about her stories from around the world. That's why... that's why I guess I found myself out here.
I don't remember much, not much at all. I seem to remember being on a cruise ship, going towards another country. I remember that one moment I was on that ship, with my bag at my feet. I had been writing more entries into my other journal, my more precious one. In the bag was an extra journal and a few pens, just in case I ran out of room in my current one while I was at sea or somewhere else. I've only got this clean journal and my pens, oh and the bag they were in. After sitting there and writing I remember darkness and then awakening here.
I appear to be on a deserted island. I see no life forms other then myself yet. Not even fish in the ocean before me. I know the island I'm on MUST be huge. I've landed on this beach. It's beautiful but I'm afraid I don't want to stay here. I do believe though that wherever I am, it's a magically remarkable place. Although I am not sure they are living, there seems to be an egg nestled and forgotten in the sand here. It's golden colored and small... I wonder... I'll write more tomorrow.
-Akrona
This isn't the journal I started my travels with. That one is gone. So I'm gonna start all over, in hopes of my life stories being found and published one day. My name is Akrona. I've taken to writing. I love to write. I hoped to be a world famous journalist who tells about her stories from around the world. That's why... that's why I guess I found myself out here.
I don't remember much, not much at all. I seem to remember being on a cruise ship, going towards another country. I remember that one moment I was on that ship, with my bag at my feet. I had been writing more entries into my other journal, my more precious one. In the bag was an extra journal and a few pens, just in case I ran out of room in my current one while I was at sea or somewhere else. I've only got this clean journal and my pens, oh and the bag they were in. After sitting there and writing I remember darkness and then awakening here.
I appear to be on a deserted island. I see no life forms other then myself yet. Not even fish in the ocean before me. I know the island I'm on MUST be huge. I've landed on this beach. It's beautiful but I'm afraid I don't want to stay here. I do believe though that wherever I am, it's a magically remarkable place. Although I am not sure they are living, there seems to be an egg nestled and forgotten in the sand here. It's golden colored and small... I wonder... I'll write more tomorrow.
-Akrona
