Writing, writing, writing!!

I love writing!! Here is some writing I have done. Hope you enjoy!! . The evening sun drifted across St Paul's street, yet the wind glided across the clouds. The sun shone against the shiny, salty emerald-green ocean, like a bird flying along a very grassy set. Bakeries, and other shops were still open.. The ground started to rumble. Cars swerved, twisted, and turned. At this time i was in Francesca's cafe, a local bakery, and tea shop down our street. People in Francesca’s (My personal nickname for the place) started to scream, and surprisingly someone stopped screaming to drink the rest of their herbal tea (Supposedly mint?). “Earthquake!” people announced across the street. It was a mess. Out from the beautiful sea, romed a huge island! It had trees already on it.... ‘What is going on?!’ I thought to myself, although shouts nearly blocked out the very thought. Despite no one but me had seen the sight of the island. Something was very fishy (Other words for off, suspicious, and wrong). The island got taller, and taller, until something splashed out of the water, gulping up half of it in its wake. A large brown-red mountain poked up too, and then.. “A HEAD!!” people screamed in agony. They were right. A head with a long, large, red-brown nose dappled with yellow snot cascaded across the waterfront. “Hmmm,” I thought. Then ding! It popped up in my head. It was a troll! I was so pleased with my ‘miraculous’ discovery, that I didn't even realize that he (Preferably a he) was only half way down the street already. ‘Maybe I should evacuate the building,’ I was right in time. The troll had recently marched over to see what was in the house next to Francesca's. His big ears flopped in the sunlight. He looked relaxed. He wore a greenish-brown suit, and it nearly matched hid body. The large rope that was slung on the side of his jacket swayed as he waddled along the road. . . thats IT!!!!