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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Write something in the YOUNG ADULT or TEEN genre (06/07/07)

By mick dawson



Brad ran and leapt exhilarated, jumping over a log here and splashing through a brackish puddle there. His lungs felt they would burst, but still he ran on up the winding hill that overlooked the entire island.

From here he surveyed the open sea, the surf where it hammered the beach relentlessly and the splashes of color that leapt from the various types of vegetation that comprised the tiny atoll.

Brad smiled as he breathed in the scented air of the salt water and the greenery which carpeted the interior. He had never felt more at peace and he knew why. Not a single man made object existed here. It was as if he was as close to God's physical presence as possible while on earth.

"Just you and me, Lord." he said smiling.

The little isle was truly a paradise where his every dream came true. Even the unrealistic dream of having someone to love was fulfilled here.

Brad remembered being washed up on the shore line that he now watched below with a reluctant other passenger. He had always admired Sharon form afar in their church, but she was so beautiful. She frowned whenever she looked in his direction and ignored him to be with her large circle of friends.

When they first arrived she realized that only two of them shared the isle and attempted to befriend Brad, but he merely withdrew into himself, still rejected by his memories of her previously.

He immediately set to work, building shelter, foraging for food and water.
She became more and more desperate to speak with him as he worked but he only spoke when spoken to, and briefly at that. In her frustration, she screamed at him, demanding that he related to her.
Brad trembled inside and he then took the only recourse that he always did…he ran away and hid. Even so he watched over her from a distance and left food for her.

Two nights later, she wailed for him to return, hoping for some sort of human contact and fell to her knees on the beach, sobbing.
Brad’s heart melted and he found himself appearing by the fallen girl and helping her to her feet.

Sharon learned to speak gently with him, careful as to not raise her voice to the gentle man that cared for her.
It was to be the first of many nights around a fire on the beach. They began to open their hearts to each other ever so gradually piece by piece. They became closer, evolving into friendship and now they were in love.

He felt her familiar arms snake around him from behind as he smiled in silent musing, and then felt her jerk away.

“Look!” she pointed.

Brad followed her finger to see the small boat heading their way.

“Let’s go down and light the fire!” she said excitedly.
“No.” said Brad distantly. “You go ahead. Go home.” He whispered tenderly.

For a time, she stared at him searchingly.

“You’re not coming, are you?” she asked.

Brad shook his head.

“What do I tell them?”

“Tell them I didn’t make it.” He said, wincing at the lie and kept his eyes closed as he heard the pounding of her feet to reach the beach in time.

Within the hour, he watched her speak with people on the beach and join them on board their vessel,saying ‘goodbye’ to her in his heart. A single tear fell from his eye as he saw the boat fade from view forever.

Some would have called him a fool for letting go of the girl he adored, but he knew that here he only mattered to her because there was no one else.

Here the world existed as two people but back in a world where there were millions of men in the world for her to choose from, he knew that he would soon be ignored again and forgotten.

Brad sighed and swallowed as he had never before felt so dejected. Rising to his feet, he began to trudge back down the path, then jog, then run all the way to the beach. He looked up into the magnificent pink and purple haze that was the setting sun over the ocean, smiling exultantly.

“Just you and me, Lord.” He heard himself say aloud.

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Dee Yoder 06/18/07
A different kind of story with a different point of view. I think teens would enjoy reading this unusual perspective of love.
Jacquelyn Horne07/01/07
I think we have all longed for that special place to be alone with God. Although somewhat unrealistic, this article carries a wonderful pov.