Week 19 The Island by Ciarán

It was midnight and it was pitch black. I woke up and I was washed up on to the beach. I was desperate for water and food. Soon I came across an old wooden shack at the fringe of the island. I was not alone. I could smell some scrambled eggs from inside. I went inside and it was hard to see because the lights were flickering. Suddenly I  realised that the door was shut and there was no way out. I was stuck  😥

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