I wrote this piece for a competition but failed. Hope you guys enjoy it. :)
“Where am I?” I woke up to find myself in total darkness.
“How did I get here?” All I remembered was playing tag with Mira, Taylor and Canis, the dog under the ball of fire on the warm sandy beach while enjoying the breeze. All of a sudden I tripped and was devoured by the waves.
I used all of my strength to get up. I felt the cold sand beneath my palms. The warm sand was no longer there. Is it night already? I thought to myself.
I heard the sound of waves splashing not far from where I was. I felt the cold wind touching my skin. As time passed, I regained my sight but I wished I was blind again.
I had no idea if this was a prank or I was hallucinating. The cold sand that I set foot on was navy blue, decorated with glowing pebbles and electric blue shells. The sky however was byzantium. Stars of various colour scattered randomly across the sky. Neither sun nor moon appeared in the sky, but a handless clock could be seen in the sky along with the stars. A quarter (from twelve to three) of it was gold while the rest was silver. The ocean was in deep maroon. The waves violently hit the coastline, splashing water everywhere.
I was alone on an unknown island. The trees behind me danced to the song of the wind. Suddenly, bushes moved unexpectedly. I felt someone was stalking me. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t alone. A figure of a little kid sprinted away in fear. There was joy within me at last. I was safe and I wasn’t not going to die alone!
Of course, I followed the little kid.
“Wait!” I yelled. The little kid seemed to be running faster and faster. I couldn’t lose him. He is my last chance of survival! Obviously, I dare not eat anything unknown to me on this island. So, basically I’ll starve.
The kid seemed to be leading me to a village. It was up on a gentle slope. The backdrop of the ocean connected to the sky made the village much more beautiful. There were cottages built from wood. There were houses made from bricks. The tall trees supported the sky while their roots firmly grabbed the green carpet.
I could finally tell the little kid was a six-year-old boy. His bushy messed up brunette hair hid his eyes. His over-sized coat made him trip. He screamed in an unknown language.
Several seconds later, the silence was replaced by a stampede of villages with pitchforks and fire. A really buff man with plaited beard grabbed hold of my throat. What a nice way to welcome strangers. He started yelling at me in an unknown language.
“What? I don’t speak your language!” I replied half chocking.
An old man with a walking stick came up to me and spoke to the man. I guessed he told him to put me down. The old man examined me with his silver eyes and hit me hard with his stick.
