green week writing

sup blogger, this is part 3 of the green week writing.

A new beginning

The years past and I think I was in 2245. Eggs lay on the soft sand and little turtle
heads poked out of their shells. One shimmied itself to the ocean and swam far
deep into the sea. Birds glared at the turtles as they crepes up on the small waves.
I just realized that there were no people. The shops all looked abandoned. I guess
that humans left to mars or just no-one lives in this tiny city. I picked up an egg
and it cracked open. Its epic journey was only the beginning.

The end