Island Descriptive Writing

Green grass stretches for miles, broken up around the edges with white fluffy sand that leads to the deep blue ocean. This island located in the middle of the world holds only one small, little house. The air was hot, the only relief was a light cool breeze that made the grass tickle her thigh as she observed the view in front of her. The meadow overlooked the vast wide body of water that she loved dearly. Interrupting her meditative state was the screeching of her four-year-old son. On the beach, a few feet away was her twin boys playing in the sand. One of them in tears and the other still had one foot on the pile of sand that was once a sand castle. "Flint, apologize to your brother." Her demand was met with only the stubbornness of a
He had been sleeping in his mother's house again until he finished his way off the island. Sapling new that somewhere deep down his brother had to care. Care about their mother, care about the island she built for them, care for him. They shared their entire life together yet Flint never showed an ounce of love towards his brother, he was always trying to destroy his
He climbed inside the canoe and pushed off into the vast unknown. A calmness crept through Sapling that he had never known. The distance created by the water made it seem like the brothers were on separate planets. The first day on the water Sapling was amazed by all the open space. The world was so much bigger than the island he grew up on. Sapling pulled his canoe onto the bank of an island that was covered so thickly with tall green trees that it seemed impossible to get anywhere. Upon this island, Sapling got to work finding different plants and resources that made reactions. He created a few different cures and created things of such beauty. He made the terrain easy to navigate and kept things mostly level. The hills never getting too high. Years passed and Sapling spent his time traveling to different islands and spreading his cures and creating new ones. As the years went on a feeling grew in his stomach, he was uneasy about something but he ignored it.
Back home Flint stewed on the little island. He set fire to everything on the island except for the house he lived in. He was angry. Angry at his brother for leaving, angry at his mother for leaving, angry at the people in the sky city for not wanting the three of them to live there together. On a sleepless night, Flint started tearing off boards of the house he was living in. Ruining the last thing on the island that stood. He set off after his