“Stranded Sally”-horror story (by me)

Here’s todays horror story, although I’m not sure it’s horror…but I’ll leave that for you to decide. 🙂 Enjoy!

The hot sun beated down on Sally’s back, burning her to a crisp. Hunger was like a beast clawing inside her empty stomach. Feed me! it was crying. NOW!!

“Shut up.” she said. Sally halted in the burning sand. “Great. Now I’m talking to myself.”

She continued striding through boiling sand, her bare feet scratched by the occasional stone. The desert stretched from miles and miles around her, green, pointy cactuses bursting out the ground.

She tried to think of how she ended up here…she last remembered she was at a beach, found a cove and went exploring. She hadn’t meant to go too far, but before she knew it endless sand was all around her, and the sea or any people were nowhere to seen.

But she couldn’t focus on that now, she needed food-fast. And water, her throat felt as dry as sandpaper. But where?

But she was so exhausted, the heat was relentless, and all Sally wanted to do was collapse on the ground and sleep. But if she did, would she wake up?

To make things worse, a hill was up ahead. She didn’t have the energy to climb that! But it was the hill or…or what? Sally didn’t want to know. So she gritted her teeth and powered on.

Sally slipped, skidded, and pulled herself up the steep hill. Her hair, clothes and fingernails were clogged with grains of sand, and her arms and legs were shaking so hard it felt as if she wasn’t in control of them anymore.

She reached the top of the hill panting hard and sweating. Sally toppled onto her knees. She couldn’t make it. She was too tired. She fell onto the burning sand face first. Hopefully death won’t be too painful. She thought sadly.

Sally heard something odd. FOOTSTEPS! Not believing her ears, her head flicked up. Walking up the hill were two sweating, dark brown skinned men. They both wore pilot helmets and one had goggles around his neck.

“Oh thank God!” Sally burst. She stood up, and began wailing at the two men.

“I was on the beach and I went exploring and I got lost, a-and now I’m lost in this desert and I-I’m boiling hot and hungry and thirsty and I d-dunno where I am and I’m really really tired and if you just give me some food a-and water and help me back to the beach I’ll be okay!”

The two men looked shocked, and then began talking in strong, unrecognisable language. “You know…we were just about to ask you the same thing!”

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Stranded….

You will not believe how sunny it is now! Lovely blue sky, and sun, for once. It finally feels like summer! 🙂 It makes a difference from yesterday, the rain was horrible! We were just about to walk home when a few spots of rain fell down. I didn’t mind, it was only a little bit. Then it grew harder. And harder, and harder…in a matter of seconds the rain was so hard that our hair was flattened to our four heads, and our we were so damp, we may has well dived into a swimming pool. Seriously.

It also didn’t help when some soggy tree branches snapped into our faces, sprinkling us with more water! Lots of people laughed, and we did to. Afterwards. 😦

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Anyway, I was asked a question this morning, and despite it not being the first time some one has asked me it, I now keep thinking about it:

If you were left on a desert island and could only bring three things, what three things would they be?

There aren’t many guidelines for this question, so many people can interpret it in may different ways. For example, what kind of desert island is this? Is it a lump of sand with only a palm tree? Or is it miles long, with rainforests, woodland and rivers? I imagine it as no.2 because your chance of survival on no.1 is hopeless. Anyway here is my list of what I would bring on this imaginary island….

  1. A Swiss-army knife

This is obvious, but useful in many different ways, apart from stabbing. You could tie it to a long stick to fish with (I know how to make string in the wild), sharpen other sticks to make other weapons, cut your hair, draw into rocks, etc etc. Swiss-army knife also have lots of other different things attached onto it, so keep that along beside you all the time-and you might have a chance of surviving the day.

    2. A plastic bag

Yeah, seriously. I know your probably thinking, but there are tons of plastic bags around in the streets, why would you bring one with you to a remote island?? Well, here’s the truth. Tie a plastic bag to a branch for a day, and overnight, water from the branches would have condensed and collected inside it. Simple-but brilliant! There forth, plastic bags are vital.

    3.A survival expert

Being honest with myself, I know lots of useful things that would really come in handy out there in the wild, but I don’t think I would handle with the hunting. 😦 That person would also be handy for other little things as well, that I don’t know. I wouldn’t be picky either. As long as they’re aren’t too annoying and are an expert on all things survival-I wouldn’t care.

However, if they do turn against me, I’M the one with the Swiss-army knife-so I think there’s an clear winner to that battle….   

Your turn!

What would you bring with you? Personal possessions? A boat?? A jetpack?!

Think carefully…I’d love to hear from you!   

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Have a very merry apocalypse and a happy end to all of humanity!

Exactly the sort of thing you’d find on a birthday or Christmas card during a apocalypse. Oh no-what about Halloween?? That’s a pretty terrible time for a zombie apocalypse to start!

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By the way I am not obsessed with the “KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON” merchandise. I only like to make my own! 🙂

A natural alarm clock….

I normally try and sleep in as long as possible on weekends, but today I was woken up by a natural alarm clock…

A thunderstorm!!

It started at 7:21 and ended 51 minuets later at 8:12. It was pretty annoying, actually, but at one point it was worth it because the thunder was right above my house! Lightning was flashing between my blinds-lighting up the room. It was amazing. 😀 There were no proper lightning strikes, and no Ball lightning (which is not surprising!), so of what I know, there were no casualties. Haha, I sound like some weather reporter! Although admittedly, I am a bit of a survival-nerd. I have all sorts of books to prove this, such as, 100 MOST DANGEROUS THINGS ON THE PLANET-WHAT TO DO IF IT HAPPENS TO YOU (by Anna Claybourne) and DR DALE’S ZOMBIE DICTIONARY THE A-Z GUIDE TO STAYING ALIVE (by Dr Dale Seslick). 

What?! You never know, I could walking on by down the street, one day minding my own business, when here comes-a hoard of zombies! Then up behind me with a massive WWWHHHHHOOOOOSSSS!!!!!! comes a Tsunamis! And just as I whip my handy books out my bag, a sink hole opens up beneath my feet!! Everything seems pretty hopeless at that point, but that’s what the books are for.

So-of you rush to the book store and get spending! They might just save your life. 🙂          

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Two of the books I keep with me all the time in my bag.