Post #234033 by DiGi TiKi 77 on Thu, May 25, 2006 6:56 PM

I started writing in the last ten mintues, the story. Here is what I have so far:

There was one being; stronger and wiser than all the rest. He was a special being who was part of the great tribe on the island. The other beings feared him, even the ones in the sky and in the sea, even though he dwelled on the island. Ikaika was the name the made the others tremble.
In the darkest part of the night, Ikaika wandered the island searching for meaning. He came upon a giant golden palm tree. Ikaika circled the tree inspecting its every groove and crevasse . He lifted his axe and with one swing, cut the tree down. He dragged the tree back to his hut and began carving away at it. The first thing he created was a sturdy table so he may eat upon it. The next was a box to put his treasure inside. Both of these items used much wood and only a small portion remained. Ikaika was overcome with thirst from the nights work, so his last item was to be a mug.