That tricky creature had a camouflage, with the same light brown colour as the sand. Half
of its body was buried in the sand. It was a snake! It raised its head menacingly, trying to attack
me. I used a stick to pin it down and with one swift movement of my knife, cut it’s head off. I dug
a deep hole in the sand and buried the snake’s head. I heard that if you accidentally step on the
head,it can still inject venom into you.
As I sat there regaining my energy, I thought about my parents. They had divorced when I
were only a baby. Both wanted to start afresh and forget the past. Neither one wanted to keep me
so I was left on the doorstep of the first house they saw. I wailed and wailed until the owner of
the house saw me. She was a kind old widow and took me in. I remember her smelling strongly of
blueberries. One day when I were old enough to understand, she told me of how her husband had
died in a car crash and since she had no kids, she was left alone. We both wept bitterly.When the
widow died of old age, my heart felt pierced, shattered to pieces.
I tried to hold back my tears, but I felt one slip down my cheek. After that, many more came
and soon I was sobbing. I looked up at the dark sky, an inky blackness studded with stars. I
wished. I wished that the kind widow would rest in peace with her husband. I wished that my
real parents would one day get back together. I wished that I could see the happy faces of my own
family. With these thoughts still floating around my head, I went to sleep.
As the stars wheeled through the sky, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that wherever I went,
there was always sand running behind me. It became bigger and bigger and soon, it covered me. I
was shouting for help but nobody came. I felt myself sinking into the sand. It went up to my face
and I couldn’t breathe. I woke up with a start. Or at least I thought I woke up. For some reason,
I still couldn’t breathe properly and I was covered head to toe in sand. Maybe I hadn’t woken up
yet. I tried repeatedly but each time, I failed. Then I realized the horrid truth, I was awake. It took
me a few seconds to realize that I was in a sandstorm. I needed to get out or I would suffocate. I
dug with all my might but I was trapping myself even deeper into the sand. I could feel my heart
beating and my lungs heaving, then everything went black ….
My first thoughts were “Am I dead ?” Then I remembered something terribly important I had
to do but I just couldn’t remember what. A cold wind blew into my face. Breathe ! that’s what I
had to do. It was a relief to feel the air in my lungs again. “I’m not dead !”I cried out with all my
might. I stopped to listen to my own voice echo through the desert, piercing the silence. I looked
around. The level of sand was a lot lower than before. Wait ! What was that glint in the sand
?I ran down to have a look. Was this a mirage ?No ! It was real, I can feel it !It’s a well. Not an
old rickety one, one with carefully placed stones and a nice crank and handle. I peered inside,
there was an inky blackness that seemed to never end. But there was water, that was for sure. I
carefully lowered the bucket into the murky darkness. The crank made a slow humming sound
like a lullaby. I heard a splash. I hauled it back up. The water was a clear color, as smooth as glass.
I put the bucket towards my lips and drank. Oh, what joy to have fresh water after drinking from
cactuses. The water seemed to be the most sweet I had ever tasted. After I drank until I almost
burst, I wondered why there was a well in the middle of the Gobi Desert. Were there more things
underneath the sand that hadn’t been touched for years ? I had to find out.
I’ve found a camel just wandering around with no place to go. It looked so calm and quiet.
I drew out my sword and ran after this king of the desert. It went from a peaceful and calm
creature to a tornado of fur. The camel ran much faster than I could imagine. But I was ready.
I was starving. No matter what, I need that camel’s meat. I stabbed my knife into the back of
