Creative Writing: The Scape

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The Scape

I awoke to the blue sky and the sun gleaming at me like its saying to get up. I get up with a headache and with torn shirt and torn pants and driftwood around the sea. I feel the grains of sand on my wrinkled toes from the water. I don’t remember anything and I’m on an island with a big spot with tropical fauna and a big mountain that is as big as the Ural mountain range and what seems to be a little island near it with sharks swimming, waiting for its next victim. I’m vulnerable and useless on this island and I don’t know what to do but I must not die today and I will not die today and I promise that because I want to go home but I can’t remember where my home is but I will go there and sail to where I can finally have a home. …show more content…

I walk around the beach with the tiny grains of the beach tickling me while running across the beach to see the native animals around the place like turtles, crabs and birds. Then when I looked over my head which is covered with sweat from the blistering sun over me as I turn my head I saw something out of the normal well for something for an island, a plane stuck between the beach and in the sea and with a bit a smoke that seems that its crashed earlier but with of blood splatters which I think that means nobody survived. I ran as fast as I could to see the plane’s tail and wings were gone. I get through a small hole in the plane and see the broken carnage of the plane’s inside and ceiling is about to fall on top of me. I checked the tops and found suit cases which was mad with cheap plastic and was filled with soap which is the dove brand, new clothes that was a red shirt with a smiley face on it and new blue jeans which is made by American eagle giving me a hint of what airline might of flew through here like a Atlanta airliner, and a box of saltine crackers which was probably bought at a grocery store and with a cool design of a saltine cracker with a cowboy costume. I get out on the plane which was hard because it had sharp edges around the hole I went through and as I could tell I’m going to be here for a while because it seems like no planes are coming over here since there was a crash, which means I’m going to have to survive the harsh nature of hunger, thirst and protection but most of all sadness and being

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