Jun 23, 2014 - Communication    No Comments

Creative writing (Image 4)

I was strolling down the beach casually, when it began to approach dawn. As rays of sunlight began to fade, I could still see the golden sand gleaming as sunlight reflected off it. The strength of the wind got stronger and I could see grains of sand beginning to levitate in the distance. I had repeated the route of this journey several times. So many times that I was able to tell when I was almost home, by simply glimpsing at the sky. However at this particular moment in time, I knew that I was rapidly approaching. Then as I gazed into the distance, I noticed something which I had never detected before. From the position in which I was standing, it looked like some form of a ship or a hut. It was firmly wedged and slanted into the sand. I could see luminous rays of light, glowing from what looked like inside of it.

From that moment onward, a variety of questions instantly ran through my mind. Why was there rays of light glowing out of it? More importantly what was it and why was it there? I had taken this route thousands of times and never seen such a sight in my entire life. As my distance from it decreased, I was beginning to consider going inside of it. The glow of light looked so amazingly fascinating and attractive. The time i had to consider what i was going to do was quickly running out. As my shadow appeared on the wall of it, fear struck. The speed of my heart beat rapidly increased and my throat was beginning to dry up. This triggered a short sequence of coughs, which echoed around me. 

Walking around it I was able to identify what looked like the door. It was already slightly opened and the handle was dispositioned. I was beginning to to get dehydrated and the light coming from it, suddenly became much more vibrant. Curiosity had gotten the best of me at that particular moment. I sighed reluctantly as I braced myself to step forward. I gently pushed the door open. Strangely once I had opened the door, I could not see a thing. Darkness. Pitched black. Suddenly I heard the door violently slam and I immediately jumped out of fright. Nonchalantly, I stepped forward and shouted, “Hello”. Anxiously I awaited a reply. Thirty seconds had passed and I still had not heard any response at all. I had noticed something rather peculiar, whilst stepping forward. It was no longer sand I was standing on and it was in fact what i thought was grass.

At that particular moment in time, I ironically gained an incredible amount of confidence. I was trying to remain calm, as I slowly began to walk forward. Suddenly I heard a strange sound behind me. I could not identify or even try to compare it, to any other sound I have ever heard. Fearfully I asked, “Who’s there?”. Again no response. At this point I began to increase the speed at which I was walking. So much that I was almost lightly jogging. Several seconds later, I heard the exact same noise. Emotionally I turned around and said,”Whoever you are please speak”. Instantly I felt a wet hand on my shoulder . I was extremely petrified. I did not move. I gulped out of shock and fear which i had never experienced before. I gained a remarkable amount of confidence and was unsure where I had got it from. I turned around. Before my eyes, was an old man. He looked as if he was about seventy two years of age and was dressed in wellington boots, a raincoat, scruffy jogging bottoms and a fisherman’s hat. I said,”Who are you? What are you doing here? More importantly what is this place?” After i had questioned him, he was abnormally staring at me. He replied in an unusual and distinctive voice. He whispered,”I am Guangli. I’m guessing you’re wondering how I got here. Well the answer to that, is i got here the exact same way you did.” I became extremely baffled. The man was evidently so much older than me. So what was it? Furthermore why does it still exist almost fifty five years later. I replied in an unclear tone of voice, “What do you mean?”

After i had said that, he asked me to sit down. I did not bother to question or refuse. However i did it worryingly and cautiously. I heard him fiddling through his pocket and instantly I slid backwards, in the opposite direction. He brought out an unusual object, which turned out to be a lighter. He lit it and indistinctly said,”I have been here for fifty three years and not once have i found any escape. Nobody else has ever stepped foot in here, other than you. Up to today I still unsure what I have been living in. There has never ever been light in here. When i first discovered it fifty three years ago, there was vibrant light coming from it. That is what attracted me. Look at where we are now”. I stood up and unexpectedly said,”I am getting out of here, there must be some sort of escape somewhere. Let’s look.” After I  had said this, i saw no sign of Guangli. However it was still pitched black. I could not see a thing and remained still. As i attempted to stand up…

Pedro?! Pedro?! It’s almost time for school, wake up! I opened my eyes and saw my Cristiano Ronaldo poster ahead of me. I smiled contentedly and got ready for the long day ahead. 

 

 

 

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