Island Stranded Novels & Stories

When Chris furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, the man explained, “it’s been said that there was a hidden island in the middle of the sea. But legend says it is guarded by sea monsters so no one dares to approach the area. It is called hidden because it is surrounded by a huge mass of fog. Hence, unless you pass through the fog, you can’t see the island from afar.” Chris thought about it and nodded, “I guess the human traffickers capitalized on the fact that no one would visit the island and made it their base.” ‘So my wife has been kept on an island all along,' the realization hit Chris hard, he felt his chest tighten in pain. He wasted time going around the world looking for her, whilst sh

Upton was back at the Church though, so Iris figured she must be chatting with Frederick, the only other Kaerent in town. Lady Sandalmur's story was a sad one. Her husband had arrived a year or so before her to fix up the drafty remains of an old clans-house, endearing himself to the town with his earnest attitude, stellar mutton stew and ginger cake recipes, and willingness to overpay the local children for help with basic tasks. But then he had died only a few weeks after Lady Sandalmur had arrived, leaving her alone in a land whose language her tongue still fumbled and whose people she held little in common with. She had worn mourning black for most of her torturous pregnancy, only to don

"Then, can you now tell us why you were stranded on this island?" "The boat I was traveling to Arthes Island experienced strong shaking due to the impact of the waves. That night there was a very big storm, I skidded and fell trying to find out what was going on," "How did you survive?" "I don't really remember, as I was drowning I saw a woman with a tail like a fish bring me to the surface. That's all I can remember!" "A half fish woman? does she have black hair and creepy face?" asked Vincent. "No! she has white hair and a pretty face, a white tail with scales that sparkle like pearls. Not scary at all!"

There was only one so I clicked it and read what it says. The text message: Hello, Scarlett! You might be reading this message unexpectedly during your good times but just know that I feel sorry for you and all your company. Your island is burnt and wherever you go, I will find you and hurt you until your Grandma surrenders her hidden treasures to me. I know you are stranded in the middle of the ocean——the twin of the bermuda triangle. But I tell you, when you survive the tricks of the sea, you will be stopping on an island. I will meet you there and throw some things on your ship until you surrender!

Selena had explored the island for almost half an hour and she was going in circles as the only way clear way she can leave was the stairs going down to the beach area where the jetty is situated. From there, she can see the island across the huge lake and she knew that she was stranded there until the handsome psycho will bring her back. She had faith that there is probably a small village or town that she can find help from but her 30 minutes walk was to no avail. Her phone had no sim card, the line was horrible nor was there anyone contact number other than Sandro. She was helpless. She stood beside a hill staring at the lake in front of her and scream her heart out.

, so she nodded. Caleb's destination was an island. A very isolated island, surrounded entirely by sea, with no other islands in sight. After getting off the private plane, they took a helicopter to get there. Whitney noticed that there were no boats by the shore, meaning the only way to leave this isolated island was by helicopter. But the helicopter flew away after they landed. They were completely stranded on the island. To be honest, she was quite scared. She didn't like this feeling at all, as it reminded her of a time when she had been trapped in a mountain gorge, using all her strength just to escape, bloodied and almost losing her life.

They had been stranded on a nearby island and had only just managed to make it back to our island. "We've been trying to contact the outside world," one of the fishermen said. "But the storm knocked out all our communication equipment." "We need to get off this island," Alex said. "Can you take us back to the mainland?" "Of course," the fisherman replied. "We'll take you as soon as we can." We spent the next few days helping the fishermen repair their boats and gather supplies for the journey back to the mainland. It was a busy time, but we were grateful for the distraction from the harsh realities of being stranded.

But the storm only got worse, pushing them further out to sea. And soon, the shore disappeared. Once the storm had cleared, they found themselves floating to a small, deserted island. The boat was damaged. The radio? Dead. Ava let out a dry laugh as she wrung water from her shirt. “Of course. Because this weekend wasn’t already a disaster.” Damien ignored her, checking their supplies. “We have food and water for the night. I’ll signal for help in the morning.” She groaned. “So we’re stuck here?”

The rain started to get heavier, and in minutes the raft was starting to unbalance with the way the waves rose and crashed into each other. “Shit! We need to hurry! Row!” Kira cried, and we rowed faster and faster. We saw a heavy wave coming and we tried to divert it but it crashed into us, pushing us of course. “Can you still see the island?” I asked Kira trying to catch her bright, and she looked into the horizon. “no! “ she cried, “what!” I turned to look, and the island was gone. Panic set in as the rain poured heavier, the raft was starting to fill up and one of us had to stop and scoop out the water with our hands.

And even if I never met Enzo, I didn’t think that I could ever get over what Justin did to me, no matter how much he changed. … The food drive went on for the better part of the day, until all of our food supplies were finally depleted. Once the tents and the tables were put away, I sent all of the other volunteers home and decided to stay behind on my own to clean up the kitchen while Phil worked in his office to order more food — assuming that the shipping companies could even get here, if all of the surrounding towns were really overrun. There was still no local news coverage thanks to the local satellite stations being knocked out by the Crescents, so we had no real way of knowing for su