Lost in the Gobi Desert
Peak School, Ree Nie Kong, Fiction: Group 2
H
i, my name is Stanley Dylans, but I would like to be addressed as Sandy. This is a
journal of my journey through my adventure in the Gobi Desert.
Have you heard of the desert spirit? Well, the desert spirit is a spirit that haunts the
Gobi Desert. If it’s hungry, it sucks up souls of any living thing. The desert spirit is the
most feared creature in Mongolia.
Now, I will tell you a cliff-hanging adventure…
I set out to find the desert spirit and see what it was capable of.
It was a freezing night : so cold you could probably get frostbite, probably as cold as the
North Pole.
I lay in my sleeping bag and looked up to the starry night sky. I rolled over trying to get warm
and my guides were lying with their eyes open.
My socks were pulled up to my knees; my sleeping bag was pulled above my chin. My teeth
chattered as an icy wind began to blow…
I tried thinking of all the adventures I had: climbing Mount Everest and going around the
world. Unfortunately, it didn’t work as I expected; It made me feel like I was half-dead.
“We’re ready! Get up and go!” announced the guides.
“Why so early?” I whined.
“Early? It’s no longer ‘early’.” The guide replied in disbelief. “It’s 10:30! Now get up!”
I dragged myself out of my sleeping bag and ate my breakfast.
After breakfast, we went further into the desert. There was a magnificent view; the rough
sand covered the desert as if it was colossal sheet, sand dunes spread in every direction.
A few hours later, we rested ourselves on the sand sipping water. The guides explained that we
were going to walk for 20 hours a day. I could barely reach 5 hours a day; 20 hours was too extreme.
“We would have 3 hours of sleep and 1 hour for eating.” The guide continued like he didn’t
mind. I could not believe the Gobi Desert would be so big until it’ll take 20 hours a day to walk
the whole of it.
Just then, a dark figure emerged from a huge sand dune and stared at us. “Desert Spirit!”
screamed a guide. “ Run for your life!”
I tried screaming; but nothing came out of my mouth. My mind went blank. I stayed frozen
on the sand. The guides went mad; they kept screaming for me to run but I was a professional at
dealing with things like that. I stayed still like there was a bee in front of me. The desert spirit
lean towards me. I thought it was going to bite my head off or suck my soul but all it did was sniff
me! Then, the spirit said: “ Mmmm… I smell something familiar. Smells like a……….GIORGINA! Oh,
you’re another Giorgina. I see.. What is your name?” the desert spirit questioned politely.
The guides were amazed. They stared at me, then the desert spirit, then me, then the desert
spirit. We seemed to be related.
I looked up to the desert spirit. He/she didn’t seem so harmful so I replied: “I’m Evelina
Giorgina, what’s your name?”
“Oh, me? Well, some people call me Desert Spirit but it would be a pleasure the be addressed
as Sandy.” the desert spirit said with a sweet smile.
