Yes, I think it’s important to give free things.  It’s not about making the money, although, I make money so that I can write more and share the wonderful, scary, horrific thought bubbles that float and burst in my mind.

by Marlie Harris

Dear world,

I am writing this with a pencil and journal I found from a suitcase in the wreckage. I’m on an island. This is not like the islands in the movies. I can see the other end of this one if I stand up. There are no trees. The sun is so hot. I have no water. I walked to the end of the island and it took me five hundred and twenty-seven steps. Five hundred and twenty-seven steps. That’s all.

I’m not gonna keep writing in this thing. I just want to give you a message. A message from Wyatt to the world. I will only write in this one time. Right now, in fact. I thought a lot before I started writing. I don’t want to go crazy and I sure don’t want to die. I know what’s going to happen, though. I may be sixteen and a troubled kid, but I’m not stupid. This isn’t like the movies. So, I’m not going to waste away and go insane. I’m choosing something else.

Our sailboat was attacked. I am not sure what happened, but I know everyone else is dead. I saw them shot one by one. I have no idea why I am alive. I didn’t do anything special. I just stood there as those guys screamed at me. Then I think someone hit me on the head. All I know is I woke up here. There is a bunch of stuff from the boat here, but there’s also a bunch of stuff that wasn’t on our boat. It’s all crap. There is no food. I just don’t know what happened.

But, right now, it doesn’t matter. I know the odds. I was with my dad when the authorities in that port talked in their broken English about the hazard of taking this route. No one goes this way. No one will search for you. There are too many places for pirates to hide. Too many small islands. Like this one.

I found a shotgun and I found shells. I guess you know what’s going to happen after I write this. I refuse to go crazy. No way.

I also know you won’t find this. Like I said earlier, I’m not stupid.

This is my message to the world. If anyone finds it, I want them to know that I really did care. I may not have acted like it, but I did. That car I stole and went joy-riding in. I know I shouldn’t have done it. I know that. I just was with my friends and well, I guess now it doesn’t matter.

I keep thinking I should have done more. But I guess I always thought I would have time. When dad said we were going on this trip, I was pissed. I didn’t want to go, leave my friends, leave my girlfriend.
Her name is Sara, by the way. If you see her, tell her I said, I love her.

How stupid is that? Nobody will find this.

So what do I want to say to the world? I guess I’ve got nothing to lose and no one will read this anyway, so here goes…

Dear world,

As I sit here with sand in my ass, I think you suck. Yeah, you, the one with the cool everything. You suck. You don’t care about anybody but yourself. I know, because I never did. And now I’m on this shit island and staring at the shotgun lying over by the rocks on the other side, five hundred and twenty-seven steps away from here.

So don’t do what I did.
I’m not sayin’ that you will end up like me.
No, I get to be the lucky one for this generation.
Stuck on this island.

But I am sayin’ you gotta knock it off. Quit wanting things. You know the only thing I ever really wanted was for my dad to say he loved me?
He never said it.
He was always too busy working. That’s why we went on this trip. To “reconnect” with mom and me.

I guess it was too late. Now, it’s definitely too late.

I guess I don’t really think you suck, world, but you sure don’t know what’s important.

Do I know what’s important? Not really, but it sure wasn’t what was on television, in video games, or movies.

I remember when I was ten, we took a camping trip to Wyoming. I don’t remember the town, but it was amazing. I saw moose, elk, and bears. They were right there. And the park was awesome. But that wasn’t the most important part or the most exciting part.

The best part was that mom, dad, and I were a family. Dad would laugh and grab mom around the waist and kiss her. I was grossed out at first, but now, I understand.

And we laughed. All of us. We laughed because mom was scared to get out of the car when the moose came up.

We laughed when Dad stood in front of the tallest waterfall I’d ever seen and got so wet that he sloshed all the way back to the car.

I laughed when Dad picked me up and swung me around until we both fell to the grass in the meadow we had found.

So, what do I want to tell you, world?

I want to tell you that you suck.

But, you don’t have to suck. You can change. At least, maybe you can change.

If enough of you get the message. This message.

I guess I want to say before I walk those five hundred and twenty-seven steps back, pick up the shotgun, put it in my mouth and, well, you know.

World, I want you to know you need to laugh more.

I know I’ll be laughing when I pull the trigger.

Wyatt Tragerton, III

December 19, 2014.



Let me know what you think!

  1. This is great! As always, you don’t disappoint! Your way of writing is fantastic and I look forward to reading more from you.

    It’s dark and sadness is definitely present but the message is clear and precise. I hope to laugh more too. 🙂 To Wyatt and his message to the world. 😉


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