Journeys Narrative

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Most people say they don’t remember much from their early childhood besides one or two happy memories, the only memory I have from my childhood still tortures my mind to this day, but also it reminds me that not all people in this world are evil and that there will always be hope even is the darkness of despair.

Woken by the gentle but swift steps of mother the desolate dusty streets of home came into focus, slung over her shoulder still half asleep, my mind began to run with possibilities of what was happening, a young mind unable to comprehend what was occurring. Trembling i asked “where are we....” my words halted by a rapid subsection of rifle shots nearby, I clutched Mother tightly as her pace quickened and we stumbled onto a dirt road leading to a river,
More rounds were fired, “BANG” “BANG”BANG” The bullets whished through the thick bush behind us as the sky disappeared above the trees.

Emerging onto the river bank i saw father standing atop a boat ramp i was thrust into his arms as the man who appeared to be the captain shouted commands to the band of bustling crew members as the old tin can of a boat roared to life.

The roar of the old engine drowned out the yelling coming from the bush behind us, as three heavily armed men burst through the green and onto the bank. Bullets began to fly as the men littered the beach with shells, The bullets made Swiss cheese of the thin sheet metal and wood on the upper deck as i was bustled into the hold by father.

The smell of fish and sweat filled my nose as my eyes adjusted to the light i realised we were not the only family on the boat.25 other people, men women and children were squashed together in silence listening to the commotion outside. A shadow no taller than myself st...

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...t the monster approaching us the wave dwarfed the boat a massive unstoppable wall of water, the crew scatter grabbing anything they could, in the panic Talul and i became separated and i was urged by a crew member towards the lower deck hatch, turning just in time to see my only friend, stood in the middle of the deck frozen like a deer in the headlights be consumed by the wave along with the boat as the hatch was wrenched shut and i once again was cast into darkness.

Stepping out into the sunshine this ime was no pleasure the desperate search for my friend began asking every crew member if they had seen him but it was all for naught , he was gone my heart sank, slumped over the side tears ran down my face and added to the vast ocean.

We drifted for days after that slowing cutting our way through the blue our water began to run low and tensions began to run high.

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