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HKMA David Li Kwok Po College, Subika Limbu, Fiction: Group 3
E
ver imagined you, being stuck on a deserted island, lost and all alone? With no contact
with anyone or anything but a big flat land filled with sand. Neither did I.
I was on my way to Tibet, just me, with my private plane crew. I had planned to climb
the Mount Everest and make snow angels on top of it, not lie here on this hot sand, heated
by the flaming sun. It was so surreal. One minute, I was on my phone jamming to Katy Perry’s
new hit single “Roar” until a gigantic loud sound erupted, sending the plane I was in falling down
at high speed. “Don’t panic, repeat don’t panic.” said the pilot. And those were the last words I
heard from him. Then everything went black.
I woke up next to someone’s arm thinking, “Thank god, I’m not alone.” Then freaked out
seeing the hand, which I thought, was not necessarily in the right position. It just lay there, only
an arm with no body attached to it. I abruptly stood up, looked at my surroundings; there was
the body of the pilot, with no life in it. The plane was shattered but the flame was no more. I ran
towards the plane to find anything I could use to communicate with people but there was nothing.
Then again, pure darkness was upon me.
“Wake up, wake up.” A talking camel stood in front of me. “What in the world? This is just a
bad dream. This is just another nightmare,” I ranted. “No, this is reality. There’s no going back.
There’s only moving forward,” said the talking camel. “Where forward?” I questioned. “Home.” He
replied. He then gave me a piece of bread and a pint of grape juice, and then he was gone in the
blink of an eye.
A bright light shone from the far west, I had two options. Either to just stay and die where
I stood, or to follow the shining light. I chose option two, as it simply makes this story more
interesting and I chose to follow the camel’s wise words to move forward.
After what felt like years of walking, I arrived in front of a giant sand mountain. The bright
light was coming from behind the sand mountain. So I climbed it. “It would’ve been so much
easier sliding down instead.” I complained. Which I happily did, after reaching the top, as I
followed the light coming from down the sand mountain on the other side. There was grassland,
moist and warm. I slowly started seeing a figure and numbers of clouds on the ground. As I
neared the unknown figure and strange clouds on the ground, I saw a huge waterfall from afar, a
little lake with a drinking fountain and a large table filled with food, a big feast. “Welcome home.’
The unknown figure,
which now sounded familiar, spoke. Then I realized I was found again.
