short stories

Short stories

Life was hard. The men from the village had to work hard all day everyday in the forest or on the fishing boats. The women spent long hours in the fields. My brother had to work even though he was only eleven years old, there was never enough to eat and as our numbers grew (the community) there was less land to share around and nothing was getting better. My community was getting very tired and were arguing.

We were trying to agree were we could fish and where we could put our garden. We agreed for the most parts but there were still arguments. There were also those who stole food and clothing. The old people had enough and decided to take back control of their lives.


There were many brave warriors who for years had fought had to defend the livelihood but it. Was time to leave this place forever we gathered all the tools and would need  all the food and water we could store and then we loaded them onto the. Boats. There was no room for old people except for one ancient man, many years ago he had been to the distant land beneath the setting sun. That was to be our new home and he knew the way through the dangerous waters. I was sad to say goodbye to my grandmother and grandfather but they could not come I knew id never see them again. 

I had never been to the dangerous Water before so for the first few days i was excited and proud that i haven't been seasick. before

But the sea grew bigger and lonely and scary, and when i stood up and turned all the way around. All i could see was water, then the storms came from the North i am an old man. now i have went through difficult things but even, i don't like to speak of those days anymore .

But they could not come. I knew id never see them again 

I had never been to the dangerous. Water before so for the first few days i was excited and proud that i haven't been seasick before. 

But the sea grew bigger and lonely and scary, and when i stood up and turned all the way around. All i could see was water, then the storms came from the North i am an old man. now i have went through difficult things but even, i don't like to speak of those days anymore .

Of the storms we suffered and the suffering. Without, the end then like being shaken and awake in the middle, of a nightmare it suddenly.  stopped all of the. Boats were gone nice the Ancient man. Said that we had travelled a long way down south we were, all afraid, and even.the men wept which was bad for everyone. We could only guess what our fate was to be then one day without a warning my brother jumped into the water and started swimming away just as my father prepared to jump in after him my brother Stopped snatched something out of the water

And held it in the air, it was a branch of fresh green wood  somewhere close was land. That was many years ago and this land has been nice to us there are plenty of food to gather and from forest and birds to hunt our people have prospered we are the children of the journey we are the old people if our other people leave it will be our turn to stay behind i do not think this would happen who could Find us Here beneath the long white cloud

The end