My Creative Writing

Stranded

Many believed that he would take care of us and make sure that we got to safety. In their world, faith was a man. But, that's a lie. Perseus was going to be our saving grace, but he died. He died in the night, leaving us hopeless for survival. We're stranded on this island, with no leader or protector. No one knows what to do. We're all scared that our story is going to end up like "The Lord of the Flies." There is a whole plane full of people here, starving and missing their families. I don't know how much longer our mental and physical states can hold on. Every last one of us is slowly plunging into insanity. Hours are turning into days, days are turning into weeks. I'm positively numb with hunger and thirst. We've eaten what we can: berries, nuts, but there never seems to be enough. I miss mom and dad, Zara and my friends. I wish that I had never left for spring break. The plane that I was on, flight 49, crashed onto a deserted island.

Excerpt from the diary of Martha James, a victim of flight 49. Her diary was recovered from the island. When the island was searched, there was no trace of life. Everyone was gone.