S H O RT S TO R I E S F R O M T H E G LO B A L C LA S S R O O M |
2014
When we reached the infirmary, I laid down on the hospital bed because at this point I could barely walk. Boggles
brought out some kind of uncut gem that was letting out some kind of smoke. I felt the pain of the stab slowly
wither away as I sunk into a distant sleep.
My eyelids lazily opened as staggering sunrays burst through the infirmary door. I slowly sat up and, suddenly, I
remembered everything. My name was Collin, I was from Charlotte, North Carolina; I had signed up for a new 3D
hologram test that went horribly wrong and I was in a place called the Farlands, a digitally edited place that was
made on a computer and had thousands of secrets that not even the creators of the place knew. I had to escape; I
had to get back to my own world. I turned over to look at Boggles, who was biting down hard on a rock and beetle
sandwich that looked as though, if I tried it, I would be back in the infirmary. ‘Hello. Mr. Bogglestemp; my name is
Collin,’ I said, and I stood up out of the bed and gave him the same long deep bow.
‘Well, hello my young friend. What, may I ask, has brought back your memory?’
‘Just that sleep you put me through,’ I said with a smile. I told him everything about my world, who I was and that I
really needed to get back.
‘I understand. I would not want to be stuck in another world without my family. I’ll give you all you will need to go
on your little journey of yours.’
We traveled across another rope bridge and went into another Boggle-sized hut to get my supplies. ‘We don’t get
very many visitors here,’ Mr. Bogglestemp announced. ‘I’m glad you showed up ¬– now, go and get back home.’
I must’ve woken up in the late afternoon because, as we were gathering supplies, the sun set and the fog rolled in.
Everything went pitch black. The only exception to this was a small candle flickering in the lonely darkness. ‘The
food and water for your journey is in the kitchen,’ announced Boggles. ‘Follow me.’ We left the supplies hut and
went over to the kitchen, then set off onto the rope bridges. We had just walked onto one of the last bridges when:
‘CCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAACCCKKKKKKK!’ The bridge suddenly split in two, leaving me and Boggles
plummeting to the earth. Impact. We fell with a thud and a jolt of pain that rushed through my body like a lightning
bolt. ‘Boggles!!!!’ I called out. ‘Where are you?!’ I frantically searched and hoped for the best. My heart skipped a beat
when I saw a lifeless green corpse lying in front of me. As I looked into his dying brown eyes that I pitied so much,
he took a deep gulp and told me, ‘The last clue you need to get back home is……..’ He coughed his final cough and his
deep brown eyes closed for eternity.
I heard a howl and slowly turned to see a pack of creatures angrily growling at me, hoping to have a human dinner.
I searched the pack for the angriest one of all, the one that had attacked me the night before. The pack howled in
unison and started moving in as a wall. No escaping this advancing wall of teeth and claws and certain death. The
line came closer and closer and closer. The end was here.
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