Forbidden Island Writing Prompts (Alice and Ruby)

[Ruby, Just plain Epictastic.]

So, me and Alice decided to use the board game 'Forbidden Island''s tiles and give ourselves a set time to write about the picture on that tile. I can't find that good of images, but here are some and I will point out which are the ones we wrote about..

Anyway, here goes...




The first story is about the tile called 'Breaker's Bridge', and is the tile on the very very bottom, left tile in the pic. (first pic)

First person's story:
I walked up to the abyss. Looking down, I gulped and squeezed my eyes shut. It went down for miles before I could see the bottom. In front of me stretched a long, wooden bridge, which looked a little too unsturdy to my weak stomach. It, too, seemed to stretch on forever, into the towering cliffs in the distance. I gulped and took the first step.

#2:
Panting, I ran across the bridge, my silver hair streaming out behind me. A roar also from behind me urged me to run faster, but once I reached the end of Breaker's Bridge, I stopped. And then I turned around, pivoting on my toe, and cut the rope, letting the bridge drop into the misty chasm. Along with, of course, the monster.

The next pair is on the tile called 'Coral Palace' and is located in the pic second row from the bottom, second from the left. (first pic)

#1 (a poem btw):

Spirals of pink stone reaching into the lighter pink sky,
Blue gems embedded in them,
Surrounded by walls of black stone,
Ringed by cotton candy water,
Glimmering,
This is Coral Palace,
This is my home

#2:
I looked out of the window for the fifth time, tapping my fingers impatiently on the side of my leg.

He was late.

I turned away from the window and flopped down on the sea green couch, sighing loudly. But after only a few seconds, I leapt to my feet and scampered back to the window. Looking out into the pinkish mountains, I groaned. The sun was setting already, and he should have been here hours ago.

Alright, so this last pair (so far) is based on the tile 'The Howling Garden' located in the second pic, very bottom tile.

#1:
As soon as I entered, I'd wished I hadn't. The roaring winds pulled at my hair and stung the backs of my eyes. Even the four animals circling the gale didn't look joyful to me anymore. Leaves whirled around me and I was afraid I would be sucked into the little tornado at any moment. I could feel the tugging at my hells, the pulling at my arms. It wanted me to join the circle. The four wolves' eyes glowed red and I closed mine own. I was ready. I had to be.

#2:
The wolves weren't always made of leaves.

Once upon a time they were living, breathing animals, capable of great feats, and, of course, kind. It was the standard of Hollow to be kind. But, of course, not everyone was.