Julchen McKeenan
The Story of La Plage Perdue - Contest
SLurl: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/ValiumSL/108/94/26
My path led me to the island of "La Plage Perdue". My grandfather asked me to visit the island.
From a long way off I saw the manor house, which looked very dilapidated. The door was half open and I felt a cold shiver. When I entered, I stumbled over a chest. On the floor I found a photo and a diary. The photo showed a rocking horse. I had one too when I was a child.
Then I read the last entry.
"In one month I will be of age and will leave this island. In the past few weeks, the storms have become more frequent and during the last storm, this freighter ran aground. Afterwards, the stones turned a greenish yellow and the vegetation gradually died off. Then mum and dad fell ill too. I was worried and one morning I found them both in bed, hugging each other. They had lost their struggle against the disease. I buried them on the west side of the island, looking at the sunset they loved so much.
If anyone should find this record, I advise not to stay on the island.
There is no life here anymore."
My breath caught and tears came to my eyes. I put the photo in the diary, closed it and walked quickly back to the boat.
As impressive as this mansion was overlooking the island, I followed the advice and headed back. The only witnesses to what had really happened were the diary and this one photo.
The Story of La Plage Perdue - Contest
SLurl: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/ValiumSL/108/94/26
My path led me to the island of "La Plage Perdue". My grandfather asked me to visit the island.
From a long way off I saw the manor house, which looked very dilapidated. The door was half open and I felt a cold shiver. When I entered, I stumbled over a chest. On the floor I found a photo and a diary. The photo showed a rocking horse. I had one too when I was a child.
Then I read the last entry.
"In one month I will be of age and will leave this island. In the past few weeks, the storms have become more frequent and during the last storm, this freighter ran aground. Afterwards, the stones turned a greenish yellow and the vegetation gradually died off. Then mum and dad fell ill too. I was worried and one morning I found them both in bed, hugging each other. They had lost their struggle against the disease. I buried them on the west side of the island, looking at the sunset they loved so much.
If anyone should find this record, I advise not to stay on the island.
There is no life here anymore."
My breath caught and tears came to my eyes. I put the photo in the diary, closed it and walked quickly back to the boat.
As impressive as this mansion was overlooking the island, I followed the advice and headed back. The only witnesses to what had really happened were the diary and this one photo.