The challenge was to write a story in exactly 59 words.
The island appeared. He despaired. This identical spit of sand invariably materialized, regardless of bearing. On the beach, the rock lay where it always did. Every time he landed, there was one less mark on the stone, counting down his visits. Now there were no scratches. When he left this time, one way or another he would never return.
SPOOKY’s THOUGHTS: For a second here I thought this was going to be LOST-related, but it was instead an intriguing story on its own.
4 points out of 5
And we were off, I was nervous about this just because I had never had any of my writing critiqued by anyone outside of schoolteachers. Well, it seemed as though he liked it, so in that way it was a successful challenge. Our team of four was less successful, we had to vote someone out. The low scorer was kicked to the curb and we soldiered on with three.