The Island

by Victor Schelun

Garry searched the island's shores, gathering dry wood found on and in the sand. He depended on the wood for his survival; without them, he would have no way of making a fire, and would freeze to death when the sun fell. Garry scooped up a piece he saw halfway in the water, "That should do it.". Garry spoke in a very raspy voice. He figured he would go mute in a few days, but that didn't matter. All he did was talk to himself, anyway. Garry placed the last of the in the makeshift bag he had made using leaves and twigs. It was getting late, and if he didn't start a fire soon it would mean the end of him.

Garry didn't need to fear any storms that came upon the island, for he was protected; protected by her. The Yellow Goddess, whom rescued him from the waters of oblivion. But he was the only one who was rescued by her. None of the others were worthy, none of the others were worthy of her mercy. They were all horrible people who relied on their dreadful possessions more than anything else. Garry wasn't like them, he knew that those monsters the others were using as tools could never serve him any use, and that is why the Yellow Goddess saved him.

Up ahead was the spot where she had prepared him a shelter using her own cloak. Garry worshipped the very ground where the cloak was layed! It was holy terrain, it was. He gently put all the dry wood on the ground except for two pieces, which he would rub together to spark the fire. After a few minutes of rubbing the two pieces, the spark emerged and fell down into the pile of wood, making a small flame. Garry blowed up against it, causing it to expand to other pieces of the wood. Once he was satisfied with the size of the fire, he crawled under her cloak, leaned back against a palm tree, and watched the fire dance wildly....

When the morning came, he opened his eyes to see that the fire, that was filled with life last night, had gone out. The wood had also been burnt to ash. Now was the time to find breakfast; a nice pineapple would do, Garry wasn't that hungry. It was foggy on the island. The only thing visible beyond the shore was the sea. Garry wasn't worried, because he knew the Yellow Goddess was still watching over him. Too busy trying to look beyond the fog, Garry almost walked past the only pineapple tree on this side of the island. He climbed up the tree, and grabbed the biggest pineapple on it. He then released the tree, and fell back down on his feet on the island. Then he saw it; that horrible metallic demon, who's very existence was a mockery to all that was good and decent. It stared at Garry with hungry eyes, as if it was preparing to open it's mouth and devour him. Garry threw the pineapple aside and shook his fist at the monster. "How dare you come near this island! This is a domain of the Yellow Goddess!".

Garry threw at least a dozen rocks at the demon, but it was too far away for him to hit it. By the time he realized it, it was too late; the minions of the hideous thing had come to the island. They were charging towards him along the beach. He couldn't run, he had to fight. Fight for the glory of the Yellow Goddess! Garry slammed his fist into one of the creature's face. It fell down onto the ground, but there were still others. One of them grabbed Garry by the foot, while the other held both of his arms behind his back. Garry struggled to break free, but they were too strong. It was all over. The Yellow Goddess had abandoned him, it was over.

"Florida, January 17th, 2007 - A man was found stranded on an island off the coast of Southern Florida today. A nearby fishing boat heard shouts from the direction of the island, and contacted the Coast Guard to inform them about it. When they arrived, they saw a man, who calls himself "Garry", throwing rocks in the direction of a cruise ship half-a-mile away from the island. The man punched one of the Coastal Guards, Tom Karren, in the face, knocking him down. The other two were able to succesfully put Garry in cuffs without much trouble. Apparently, Garry was a passenger of Flight 08 that suffered an engine failure and crashed almost as soon as it began flying over the ocean. Garry had built a makeshift shelter by tying a yellow lifeboat to a palm tree. Doctors say that Garry had been driven insane by loneliness, and began worshipping the Flight 08 plane (which was colored yellow) as his deity. They say he also believed that the lifeboat was a cloak that was given to him by the "Yellow Goddess" (Flight 08). Garry is severely malnourished, and doctors don't expect him to live for more than another week. American News will keep you updated on this story as more information is revealed."