A short story I had to write for an assignment ;

June 16

I have been stranded on this island for 12 days now but can not find my bearings. Each night I find that the constellations have changed, as if to taunt me,....

Shadows move in unnatural speeds and directions. This island is barren, no living creature have I encountered ,only misshapen bones stained by the black lay here as remnants of yore....

Those damned godforsaken shadows.

June 17

I can no longer bring to memory the events that brought me here,

all I remember is my ship taking on water, my crew dead and myself being enveloped by the water, sinking into the depths of the Atlantic.

My sinking, burning, dying ship as a lone beacon beckoning me in the darkness of a moonless night.

My mind is going blank, these shadows have grown behind my eyes...I write as to preserve a semblance of my sanity.

18 june

My ship,.. it has washed up upon this nightly shore but a mere four hours ago, I had used the remainder of my vessel to build a a fire, perhaps a passing ship would see it and come to my impending salvation, so I foolishly  

thought  to think that my rescue would be gained with such ease  that I praised  my wit.

As the light grew stronger so did the dark ,its equilibrium.

It seems I aggravated these unnatural shadows these silhouettes of the crestfallen twisted and torn from their most obscure form.

this night is never ending

this fire haunted dying, ever softly crying

I feel my body turning, pulling, bending me inside.

this light most dim beguiled me, I fear the end is near, writing I can no longer for the lights are dim and dying, my own shadow calls me here so I no longer persevere .