Digging up a ghastly attacker
Clearwater Bay School, Kirsten Lai, Fiction: Group 2
I
t was a sweltering day at the beach and the sun was shining like a glittering gold coin in
the sky. I was at the beach digging a down reaching moat as my sister had instructed. It was
so deep that the water had started gushing in. My father had advised me to play with my
younger sister and he would treat me with a double scoop ice cream if I did do the job.
“It is not deep enough! For god’s sake dig faster!” my younger sister screamed so loudly that
my ears started ringing.
My younger sister acted like she was my boss. However, apart from following my irritating
sister’s demands, the trip to the beach was remarkably relaxing even though I would rather have
went on an exciting adventure.
All of a sudden, the sand began to rise and whirl. It was a tornado of sand. I caught sight of the
beach shifting away from me, and I lost sight of my family and everyone who was on the beach. It
was shocking and horrid. I hoped and hoped with all my heart that this was just a dream.
When the sand settled, I found myself in a place consumed with a lot of sand. I could not
even describe how much there was. There were cacti, camels and brown bears all around me.
There were even snow leopards and wolves! I was relieved that they were a distance away. A bit of
melting snow was even on the ground! Which desert snowed? I knew it! I just knew! I was doing a
project on it in school and then, it hit me. I was in the Gobi Desert!
My gaze travelled to my feet and I realized that I was in a patch of soft and fluffy snow. I
noticed a hole a few inches away from my feet and this hole appeared very similar to the one I
dug at the beach. It was shaped like a ring and was endless deep.
Without warning, something green with spikes began to rise from the hole. It did not have
a nose and its skin was rough and disgusting with blood covering its body. I was too scared to
react. The hair-raising creature its arm out and tried to grab me. With the speed of a ninja, I spun
around and hurried away. Goose bumps rose when its warty hand brushed against my arm. The
creature was stone cold.
I ran and ran until I was out breath. I crouched down and panted. I had never been as tired as I
was now, but at least the terrifying creature was out of sight. I inhaled deeply and stood up. I turned
around and I was faced with the creature I had just seen. This time it was brandishing a dagger.
I stared at it anxiously. I noticed its eyes were bloodshot ruby. It had fangs as sharp as fangs.
Fortunately, I realized that I still had my shovel with me. Just as the horrendous creature lifted up
his dagger, ‘WHAM’, I went at it with my shovel.
As the monstrous creature tumbled to the ground, the dagger flew out of its claws and landed
right next to my feet. This was not an ordinary dagger. The handle was made out of gold. There
were even turquoise-coloured crystals decorating it! It was ‘Ornamental Sheath Date of Interment!’
This artifact was used many years ago. Had I made a discovery?
“Mum! Kaley! Look, I found this in the Gobi Desert!” I yelled to them delightedly.
My mum smiled and told me, “I see you have been to the Gobi Desert like I have I have been
there four times and I have not found that dagger. That dagger belonged to my great, great, great,
great, grandfather and it was stolen by a strange creature. Thank you for finding it for me. I did not
tell you this too, my great, great, great, great, grandfather was Nomad who lived in the Gobi Desert.
