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An island called death


Melvin stood in the knee depth water towards the island. An island him
and his 57 companions could never leave.
He watched as 57 grew to 100. Then to 150. He watched the prosperity
of this island and marvelled at it's beuty.

His son grew to watch the population steady untill his son was born.
The population fell. It fell and fell. The water they drank became poisened,
the food they ate dissapeared.

Melvins grandson watched the last of the people die of dissease before
he turned away from the island and looked out to see. Never to look upon the island again.
An island he could never leave. He coughed and fell into the water.
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