He listed quite a few things. "..And that's about it. Oh, and there's that big island approaching too, I guess." He sat there and blinked a few times. Then realization hit him harder than a bus. "WAIT, AN ISLAND!?!" He looked over, and yes, there was an island approaching. There was a trapdoor built into a wooden frame in the ground. "I have a good five minutes until it gets here." instead of planning he just sits there. Five minutes pass, and he still hasn't came up with a plan. "And it's arriving." The island collided with his, stopping it. He grabs onto his bed which helps stabilize himself. He watches as the trapdoor opens, squeaking. He spits two hands opening it, until they shove it and seem to go inside whatever room is down there. The trapdoor hits the dirt with a thump, and the guy continues watching as footsteps slowly grow louder. "Man, I wish I had some popcorn" was the only thought in his head. As the footsteps finally stopped, he was met by a light. He squinted and watched as a girl stepped out of the trapdoor, a flashlight in her hand.
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Drifted
FantasyAs any morning, a boy wakes up and rolls over. to find himself falling. he is now in a world of islands, which is baffling, as he knew last night he was in his home at an earth that was in one piece. now he was here.
