Life on the archpelago

Life on the archipelago was as good as it could ever be  and yet there was a sadness amongst us ..I missed savoury snacks and if truth be told I was bored  our daily struggle for survival was a monotony . The ever present dread that the late return  of one of the party from Latrine duty meant they had been gored by the many awfully feral creatures we shared the islands with . The hand to mouth existence was predictable and we expected no more …our growing ruddy complexion , the return of our lean svelte bodies ,  was an utter disappointment …we were sickened to the point of revulsion at the thought that we may have achieved true contentment; and what made it worse was we all agreed …two days later I pushed two of our party off a cliff , strangled three rivals for my affection and fed the last  remnant s the  original fifty survivors to the  blind  hyenas over at bear cove .. now in my solitude and desparation , a purposeful vigour returned I repaired the old sailing  boat we discovered 6 six years earlier and set a course Singapore.

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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