▶︎ Creative Writing
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t’s been four days since I’ve eaten anything.
It’s getting harder and harder to breathe. I
can feel my lungs caving in. You don’t have
to be a genius to figure out that sleeping
on sand does no good to your back and
the fish seem to be getting scarcer each day, so I
can basically rule out that source of food. I can’t
go into the jungle… it’s too dangerous. I look out
to the horizon in the hope of seeing a ship that
can come to my rescue, but nothing. I don’t even
have a clue as to where I am! There are strange
creatures here. I’ve been here a full ten days and
I have probably seen more in these ten days then
some people do in two lifetimes. I can’t really say
I’m blessed. I mean, the things I’ve seen… it’s
strange, unrealistic, almost like I’m in some sort
of twisted fairy tale. The lions here have four
eyes and wings. The apes have the skin of snakes
and I’ve seen the smallest of birds eat an elephant
covered in moss. In all my confusion I’ve come to
one conclusion: I’m trapped on a deadly island.
All I can remember is that our luxury cruise
liner sank. I fell overboard and when I woke
up I was washed up here. I’m all alone and the
creatures, beasts, whatever you want to call them,
can’t come onto the sand for some mysterious
reason, so I’m safe here, but the only problem
is… I will starve here, that is if I don’t go and
search for food in the jungle. But for now I’d
rather be alive and hungry, than be a midnight
snack to some flock of carnivorous birds. That’s
right, from what I’ve seen, the birds are definitely
the most deadly, they’re like flying piranhas.
Now you’re probably wondering who I
am… My name is Sam Johnson. I’m a fifteen
year old boy of about average height and with
reddish hair. I can’t say I’m too athletic, but I
can write. Actually, I’m pretty good at it. I feel
my butt starting to hurt because I have been
sitting on the hard sand for probably twenty
minutes, so I stand up. The sun is just starting
to go down. It’s almost like a wonderful painting
of Van Gogh. The colours of the late afternoon
sun have a calming effect on me. For a moment
there I actually forgot about everything. But that
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