Username: KrusnikAngel
Name: Simon
Gender: Male
What is his/her favorite flower and why: (max of 500 words)
Sunflowers.
Simon groggily opened his eyes to the blinding light of the noon sun beating down on him. Wearily dragging himself up out of the gravelly sand he looked slowly about as the memories started coming back. Waves larger than mountains, winds that tore wood apart with their fury, the screams of fellow sailors as they were stolen off the sides of an already keeling ship. Panic started flooding back in. Where was he? Did the others survive?
He stood up shakily and gazed in shattered silence at the wreckage surrounding him, both of the ship and of his friends.
Tears tracked through the dried salt and sand grains stuck to his face as he turned and trudged up the forsaken beach, unable to look any longer.
After finally reaching the top of the incline, he flopped over and closed his eyes, breathing heavily while trying to stifle the sobs that heaved up now and then despite himself. It was just supposed to be a quick run. Pick up the supplies and return to the mainland, clear weather all the way. The storm wasn't supposed to happen.... He pounded down into the ground harshly expecting to hit sand.. and was greeted with a shower of dirt hitting his face. Spitting out dirt bits and rubbing his eyes to clear them he looked up and saw with hazy vision, seeing a field of molten gold and a figure standing in the midst of it, calling. He rubbed his eyes once again and looked up only to be met with thousands upon thousands of sunflowers, shining in the sun. And that figure in the distance, it couldn't be...
And yet it called out for him... Simon raced closer, and as the figure became clearer he began to laugh with tears of happiness in his eyes as he realized he was not the only survivor, maybe there is hope after all.
Name: Simon
Gender: Male
What is his/her favorite flower and why: (max of 500 words)
Sunflowers.
Simon groggily opened his eyes to the blinding light of the noon sun beating down on him. Wearily dragging himself up out of the gravelly sand he looked slowly about as the memories started coming back. Waves larger than mountains, winds that tore wood apart with their fury, the screams of fellow sailors as they were stolen off the sides of an already keeling ship. Panic started flooding back in. Where was he? Did the others survive?
He stood up shakily and gazed in shattered silence at the wreckage surrounding him, both of the ship and of his friends.
Tears tracked through the dried salt and sand grains stuck to his face as he turned and trudged up the forsaken beach, unable to look any longer.
After finally reaching the top of the incline, he flopped over and closed his eyes, breathing heavily while trying to stifle the sobs that heaved up now and then despite himself. It was just supposed to be a quick run. Pick up the supplies and return to the mainland, clear weather all the way. The storm wasn't supposed to happen.... He pounded down into the ground harshly expecting to hit sand.. and was greeted with a shower of dirt hitting his face. Spitting out dirt bits and rubbing his eyes to clear them he looked up and saw with hazy vision, seeing a field of molten gold and a figure standing in the midst of it, calling. He rubbed his eyes once again and looked up only to be met with thousands upon thousands of sunflowers, shining in the sun. And that figure in the distance, it couldn't be...
And yet it called out for him... Simon raced closer, and as the figure became clearer he began to laugh with tears of happiness in his eyes as he realized he was not the only survivor, maybe there is hope after all.