Submitted by “db”:
I walked on the beach. My feet in the sand. I stubbed my toe.
I reached down to see what was under my foot. A piece of spongy white material poked from the sand. I pulled it out. It was a beach bone. Something big had this bone. Something strong.
A coyote? A shark? It made me think.
I thought about the beach bone all day. I have the beach bone. I’ll keep it with me until I know where it came from. Until I know, who’s bone it was.
I like how your story is kinda like Gary Paulsen writing. He wrote Hatchet. He’s a great author! 🙂
I saw Brenden was reading the hatchet for the reading thing you guys are doing.
Yeah.
me too
Of course you did! You were in my book club!
I didn’t for get you.
I did 😏
Huh?
This was a pretty good story!
This story has the most comments!
nah
it does not