The Gobi Desert
Harrow International Hong Kong, Ella Carew, Fiction: Group 3
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s I walked towards the yellowy grey dot in the distance I could feel the heat on my
skin slowly heating up with every step I took. As I finally reached the dot I found
out it was a desert, at one of its worst days ever! I could hear camels roaring with
noise from a stampede. Then a swish-swashing noise coming from the sand dunes,
little specks of dust and grainy particles of sand and tiny little dried up leaves moving all over
the sandy desert floor. The wind was getting stronger, the noise was getting higher pitched. I had
now found out why the camels were running creating a stampede of noise. There was going to be
a sand storm, I looked around desperately looking for high ground and shelter, the heat wasn’t on
my mind any more, safety was. I found a bush with many leaves, there couldn’t be any snakes,
the weather is too cold for them, but too hot for me, so I dashed across to the bush and once I’d
found a way inside of it I hid in it.
After a while I had started to realize that with every agonizing swallow and every movement
of my mouth that it was burning, like a hot metal iron rod was being forced down my throat
to burn my tonsils. Then I felt like my body was chalk slowly crumbling away with time. The
weight of my heavy brain and thoughts stuffed inside like a garbage can that’s overflowing with
rubbish. It ached to move my arm and my eyes, like a huge weight was on every muscle of my
body. My mind, thoughts swirling all over the place. The thought of my arms moving up five
inches to grab hold of the leaves was killing me with a pain beyond believable. The sand started
to cool down and inside the bush it started to become quite cold. My arms were freezing, my legs
too. I said in my mind “arms move”, they didn’t. I was stuck, after a while I had realized that my
body was paralyzed, my lungs felt all shrivelled up like a sun dried apricot, a fruit you buy in the
supermarkets. I frantically thought, the bush was now freezing cold.
As I saw silver dashes of light the muscles in my arms and legs and lungs started to loosen
up. My brain felt an one hundredth lighter. Without thinking I pulled of a handful of the cool
leaves, and ate them. Once I realized what I had done I was terrified, what if they were poisonous?
But the moist, cool, delicious liquid from their skin touched my dry tongue, the feeling of chalk
was fading away much too slowly. I chewed the leaves, the skin of the leaves were pierced by my
teeth creating a waterfall of sweet, nutritious, liquefied juices. I didn’t care if they were poisonous
anymore, they were too good. I swallowed the delicious water, it slowly went down my throat
cooling the rod of iron down, but my lungs were still grasping for air. I took some more leaves
and smelled them, the smell of fresh rose buds with honey and gold and the Mediterranean ocean.
Again I ate them, this time spitting the seeds they held inside of them out. I walked out of the
bush, slowly, arms and legs and chest aching.
I walked out looking like a mess and saw the most beautiful sight in my life, the constellations
and Milky Way and the galaxies moving all over the night-time sky. The moon reflecting off its
surface a silver light. The stars and planets and galaxies produced the most beautiful colours I had
ever seen. There was turquoise, seaweed green, magenta, indigo, violet purple, peach, yellow, baby
blue, white, navy blue and even orange. These colours were perfect contrasts against the jet black
sky. I stood in amazement at the sky, flabbergasted.
I woke up finding myself on the hot sand with silver dust all over my body, I thought to
