When I grew up I was supposed to be the god of the ocean. That’s why we were going on a boat. I jumped onto the boat along with mother and father. We were still on the boat when we felt a shake. Then we saw a wave crashing down on us. My mother quickly said, “My daughter from young to old, for in one hundred thousand years her tale will be once again be told!” “Goodbye, Astora….” my father said as the wave crashed down on them and I fell asleep.
100,000 years later.
I woke up. “Mother and father!” I said. I sat up and looked around. Then I realized I was in a forest.
nice story Moya I like it 🙂 hope for more good stories bye
Well done Moya! I really enjoyed your story. You have used the prompt really creatively. Great writing, well done.
Ms Brennock
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nice job:) but I think the start could be a bit more hooky.
i like that you are the god of the ocean:)
Hi Moya, I like how you left lots of suspense at the end of your story. I wonder what will happen next.
Maith thú Moya. Táimíd an-bhródúil asat. Lean ort ag scríobh
Máire
Hi Moya, Odhran here, what would you do if you were the God of the ocean? nice work on being showcased.