Island Stranded Novels & Stories

When we got close to the camp, a whistle went up, and the loading stopped with one log dangling on a chain in the air over the truck. “What have we got here?” a guy in overalls asked, marching down the road toward us. “Hello, sir,” Jocelyn said. “We had a boating accident during the storm the other day and we’re terribly lost. Could we possibly use... um... do you have like a phone that actually works up here or some way we could contact the authorities to come get us?” The guy in overalls scratched his chin, looking at Jocelyn speculatively. I didn’t like it. “American?”

His strength was unnerving. “What is you mean?” I swallowed hard, still trembling. “We—we were supposed to have a retreat in Bantayan, but there was a seaquake. Our barge sank. We washed up here.” “You is the telling truth?” “Yes! Please, we’re desperate! We need help! Please, just—” My voice cracked as the weight of everything—everything I’d been holding back—finally crashed over me. The fear. The loss. The exhaustion. I couldn’t hold it together anymore.

I mean I'm sure everyone knows this already. "So the island is in the state of emergency which means... No planes?" Elise asked panicked. "Well I guess" "Then how the fuck are we supposed to get of this island" Elise asked "I don't know ok.... We'll have to find another way" "What about boats" Jake said I swear I keep forgetting there's someone like him ."or ships" "Yeah... You're right... We need to get to the ships" Elise said with a lot of hope. "Elise darling... How do you suppose we do that huh?" I said "the road is swamped with sick people who are hunting for our flesh and ... No service to call our parents at the moment and.... We can't even operate it"

One of them said. "He is right. I was only betting on ten hours though." Brandon added as he sat down on the stairs and splashed water on his burning skin. "I picked and bought this island because it doesn't come in the usual route of boats and ships means she can't even call for help. If she wants to stay alive, she has to collect her food either by picking berries of fishing in the ocean. There's only one source of fresh water which is two kilometers from here. This is her hell in paradise." I said.

I had to put in extra effort not to stumble on my shaky limbs. I need sex. I need it now. Despair welled in my throat. Stranded on an island with civilization so far away, what would I do now?

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean" She looked up, a small smile on her lips. "It is all right. I understand what you meant. And this is certainly an interesting book. This woman finds herself stranded on an island after her ship breaks apart on the rocks. She swims to shore but is utterly alone until she spies a figure on a distant hill" "Aw You found out my secret." He recognized the book. It was called Lady Isabelle and the Lord of the Dark Isle. It was one of L. R. Gloucester's works, a rather torrid Gothic novel.

Jerrald opened his eyes. His ears immediately heard the crashing waves. He looked up at the ceiling of the room he was staying in. He had been here for two weeks, on the island of the Grenadines: Petit St. Vincent in the Caribbean Sea, between Saint Lucia and Grenada. Roland was right. The island has no internet, which makes it perfect for anyone who needs a little peace. Take him for example. Jerrald still decided to go to the place where he and Cia were supposed to be vacationing.

, I said slowly, rubbing my hand on my naked arms because cold air was starting to blow in from the opened window. “I am not trying to hide it”, she scoffed and stood up to close the windows. “I know you are not trying to, I just want us to talk things out and map out how we can be of help to each other. I have someone I am with at the moment and even without that condition, we can’t be together”, I rushed my words while gesturing my arms for her to know how important what I am talking about is. When Ivy’s father called me to let me know that Ivy will be coming to my island for six months, I knew deep down that a huge chaos was going to surge.

Over on the other side, Elara finally made it to the island called Sanctuary, out in the middle of nowhere. The yacht's roar died out. Stepping out, a sharp sea wind hit her face. She squinted. In front of her stood a modern fortress, perched on a cliff on this isolated island. Julian was right there, in front of her, and he held out his hand: "Don't worry. Stay with me." Two rows of sharp-looking guys in black, guns in hand, were waiting.

“We need more evidence to pinpoint her location.” Maria nodded, her brow furrowing in concentration. “I understand. Let me see if I can gather more details from the chart.” After a moment of silence, Maria’s eyes lit up. “The mansion is surrounded by waters and sand, with ocean waves crashing nearby.” Isla’s heart raced as she processed the information. She thought for a second, and then it hit her like a tidal wave. “She’s on an island!” she exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement. “That’s fantastic!”