W3 Prompt #169: Wea’ve Written Weekly: Alone on an Island

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This week, you are the inhabitant of a realm set apart.

Option 1: The Desert Island 

You’re alone on a desert island. It may be literal—or metaphorical.

Why are you here? What led you to this dilemma? How do you feel, truly? How are you surviving—physically, emotionally, spiritually? What are your hopes? How might you escape? And crucially: do you even want to?

Let solitude shape the rhythm.

Option 2: The Fantasy Castle 

You inhabit a castle—not just any, but one infused with fantasy.

Who are you? Are you a monarch weighed by secrets, a dragon curled beneath the stone, a gargoyle watching centuries unfold, a princess awaiting—or resisting—destiny… or something else entirely?

Your protagonist can be you, he, she, they, or it. Let mystery guide the voice.

Choose Your Realm

Write a narrative poem in any form. Anchor your words in who you are, where you are, and what keeps you there.

Alone on an Island

Alone in the sand, the sun at my back
A new book is waiting, a drink in my pack
Travelling alone, no worries, no fears
Solitude and silence, relax without tears
The water is lapping up onto the sand
Wet, slippery sludge flowing over my hand
The sun shining so bright, the heat on the rise
I sit back in my chair and I close my blue eyes
I think of the things I left there at home
My head in the clouds savoring this time alone
Time slipping by, no regrets no remorse
Unfortunately I’ll have to go home, of course

©2025 CBialczak

22 comments

  1. Christine this is a delightful vacation description! I love the little humor at the end – it is truth that we do have to return. I always hope a little of the calm stays with me – like toilet paper stuck on your shoe and trailing after you!!

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    • oh goodness I’ve got a story for you! When my best friend and I were in college, but not 21 yet, she was dating a guy who was a bouncer at a bar, a small pub-like place. We went every night. Well, this band shows up and we ended up following them around to different shows, loving their music. Anyways, long story short, one night I walked out of the bathroom and the lead singer who had a big crush on me, stopped singing to tell the entire establishment that I had toilet paper on my shoe! I could have died!

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  2. A Poem on an Island

    So here I am on my desert island. I have my eight records Carefully selected, From Stravinsky to Faithless Via Eminem and Beethoven Benny Goodman to Sibelius.

    I have my copy of Shakespeare’s entire works, The Bible, although… for a confirmed atheist like me, It has no power for me, only as a good read of ancient myths and fairy stories.

    Here is my book. I cheated! I asked for Zola’s Rougon Macqard Which Lauren Laverne (the host), Hadn’t realised wasn’t just one book Twenty novels for the price of one, A family drama like no other.

    My luxury….an endless supply of blutak? Why?, she asked. I refused to say But as the worst DIY man on the planet, Using it to stick stuff together Was my only hope of surviving Long enough to read the books!

    However, I know, I’ll probably be dead Within a month. Not of loneliness, I look forward To the solitary life, A natural hermit Happy in my own company.

    But, with my lack of common-sense!!! Really!! Dead of cold unable to build a shelter Or hunger, unable to grow or catch Anything to eat, or knowing what to eat, I’d probably poison myself On some berries or other.

    And my bones would lay there For posterity, A tribute to man’s vainglory Against nature. But to appear on Desert Island Discs?? That’s one off the “Bucket List”.

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