The rocky beach was small, rocky cliffs surrounding the shore where my batch was tucked away. A gust of wind fulled my sail as I observed the island. There was the cave I had explored with my brothers yesterday. It had been surprisingly warm, with green slime dripping from the walls.
An enormous amber rock, embedded in the hillside, reflected the sun. We had explored there too. I had named it the amber eye.
It blinked. Rocks closing over it like eyelids. I dropped the tiller. My yacht flipped. I was flying, but only for a second. A smack. Water closing around me. Bubbles. A huge scaley shape beneath the island. Teeth. As tall as the sail on my yacht.
I came to the surface, gasping. A huge amber rock reflected the sky. The amber eye.
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Random short stories.
Short StoryThis is a collection of stories I have written ever since Primary. I should be adding some more later as well.
