Hi! This was actually a school project, but I decided to post it so here goes. A short drabble. I did this similarily to Thea Stilton in the sense that I used different fonts, so I apologize if the formatting got messed up. I tried to fix it best I could, but I may have missed something.
The island's limbs winced in pain as a peculiar metal insect crashed through its growth. It then agonized even further as the remnants of said metal insect burned to ashes, the island's skin burning with it. Minutes later it could feel multiple trails of pinches trailing along its exterior. Some were made with more force, while others were more quickly d with less force. It could feel some of its accessories being separated from its body then being placed back somewhere else. The island shook gently as one of its accessories let out a blaring noise towards which the pinches clustered. The BOOMING sound echoed throughout the island in a series of short blasts. They were followed by soft breezes, ones more gentle than the island had felt before the whispers faded and were replaced by the spreading pinches.
As the days continued, the burning sun rising and setting, the strange presence never left the island . Once a day the BOOMING sound would be heard, followed by the waft of whispering winds. There were multiple occasions in which the island felt many of its cells withering away, facing a cruel death. It heard the rustles and blood-curdling SCREAMS during the night. The unsettling feeling of the unknown. The dark mystery. A beastly presence. The whole island felt it. Every day the presence would grow. Darker, dreadful, dire, and more distinguished. The mountain would be heated, on and off all day long. Once, the island even felt an unnatural ripple in its waters, as well as a war going on in the sky above in which a feather fell down to the island. The foreboding feeling grew continuously, and the island could feel more of its cells dying with each rise and fall of the sun. Its surface was stained with more blood as each day passed.
The pinches ceased to cluster each day, instead of wandering about the island alone. A sense of apprehensiveness the island as the creatures began to dispute. Whispers turned into SCREAMS, pinches turned into punches, the creatures turned into beasts. The beings tormented each other until there were few of them left. They paid no respect to the island as they burned its forest to the ground. The became hazy with smoke, the forest burning to a crisp. One last act of brutality left its mark on the island before the few creatures which remained were gone for good.
Finally, the island was free from the SAVAGERY of humanity.