Original Writing – Birkan Akin

It was a begrimed night on a small island off the coast of Maine I heard a ray, and a gunshot that echoed in my ears it felt exchangeable I was wounded. On the night of the gunshot a fisher cat disappeared. The automobile trunk was absent from the twenty-four hours of the gunshot, a young man known as Ryan Adams was incriminate of the murder.Years later the fisherman was found, found for just a few seconds he was found by a young miss who was playing in the sea when she suddenly felt a hand. I was at the scene firstly it studymed resembling the girls was drowning, I went for her rescue idea that she is drowning, just consequently a yellow raincoat flicked into my eyes. I screamed taboo its him, its him its the fisherman that went missing at the gunshot scene. I was in shock I couldnt believe it, then I suddenly apothegming machine the fisherman moving he was getting, getting out of the sea. I screamed hes awake(p) hes alive I saw for one moment and the he vanished, di sappeared he was gone. I couldnt even say stop, wait, dont gohe was gone.The following day everybody in the island was talking about the return of the fisherman, but just for a few seconds. On the same day the young man Ryan Adams that was accused of murdering the fisherman was set free. A further investigation was in transition the investigation was named as who fired the gunshot?Since the day the fisherman reappeared he was never seen again. One night I went out to the seaside to check some fish for dinner, the sky was pitch black I couldnt see anything. When I was fishing I heard something, something that was thrown into the sea from a distance. I turned around and looked at the shaw it looked like I saw the fisherman it looked he had that same yellow raincoat I was authorized it was him because it looked like he was getting encompassing(prenominal) to me. I packed up my equipment and headed towards my home.I had another look back and I saw the fisherman in distance, he was r unning, running towards me. When I looked carefully at him it looked like he was carrying something in his hand, it was hard to describe from such distance but as he got closer I started picturing it, it looked like a gun. I was shattered, scared in amazement. He was getting closer and closer and closer and closer, then I heard a gun shot it was echoing in my ears it sounded like the bullet was getting closerthen suddenly I flew out my bed and started screaming agghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhits was a dream, a dream, a dream that know one would ever believe.