Back in high school, I started writing a story, which turned into a novel. I worked on it through college, and even had a professor give me suggestions which ultimately made it better. I also brought it to some writers groups I used to be a part of and they gave me feedback.
After the news of the missionary being killed on North Sentinel Island recently, I realized that I never posted this story I wrote, so here it is:
Reading it now, I realize that this novel isn’t perfect, and won’t get published, but I’m really proud of what I did here.
The novel isn’t for everyone but I’m certain that some will really enjoy it, particularly those who can suspend disbelief and who find the story of North Sentinel Island to be fascinating.