Fiction: Group 4
The Fishing Village
Island School, Tse, Tiffany - 14, Fiction: Group 4
s the morning sun slowly rose up to the sky, the people of the village started to prepare for their
day. Fishing boats were being checked, loaded with baits like little pink earthworms and nets were
being mended. The strong group of fishermen of the village said a quick goodbye to their families,
untied the boats from their posts and were off to their daily fishing trips. As the day went on, children
started to run around the sparkling golden shore, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Women sat on their front
porches; knitting clothes for the upcoming winter and watching the children play their game of tag.
A fishing net hammock was stretched and tied to two trees, it swayed gently as a cool morning breeze softly
cascaded the little girl’s calm face. She seemed to be deep in thought as she was oblivious to the shouting
and screaming of other children. Perhaps she was thinking about how perfect the location of the village was.
There was the beach with sand as smooth as silk, and they had rich fertile land not far from the beach,
leading to the tallest mountains you could ever imagine. These mountains were famous for a trail called “the
dragon’s back” that allowed people to walk across the top of the mountains and see not only the whole
village but even nearby islands. The sight was simply magnificent. But the forest that led to that trail was not
a common place for the villagers to be in, for it was said to be haunted, different tales were told about the
strange creatures that dwelled within it. Everything in the village was running smoothly but that was before
someone made an unexpected discovery.
A group of children had found an enormous egg in the forest while exploring areas near the village. It was
John who they called to investigate this egg because he was the hero of the village because he once wrestled
with a bear to protect the village. The children drew a map for John, stating the description, route and the
exact location of the egg. John followed a map drawn by those children and was led into the forest, he was
starting to feel uneasy about exploring the foreign forest, for even he had never dared to venture into it. As
he went further into the forest, it got darker and dimmer as sunlight was blocked by the tall, leafy trees.
Even as the bravest man of the village, John, was starting to feeling scared, he does not know what to expect
for the unknown dwelled within these gloomy shadows. He stopped for a while and prayed to God that the
children's map was accurate and that he was not truly lost.
And there it was, the huge brown coloured egg rested among a cluster of leaves and twigs on the ground,
leaning onto an old Pine tree. The trunk of the tree was very rough and it was twisted in weird angles.
There were even several holes with black slime oozing from it, indicating that it was infected. He had no
idea what the egg contains, it could be either a big feast for the village or a big threat. He took the egg and
returned to his home and family. News has spread in the village that John had brought back the egg and was
going to figure out the origin of the egg and once again save the village. The villagers were very thankful for
that as they brought all kinds of gifts like trays of dried salted fish to John’s home.
After that, everything was just as normal as it usually is, nothing was out of the ordinary. The sun slowly
dipped into the dark blue sea and its reflection was like a never-ending gold path to the other side of the
world. The sky was a gradient of warm colours with already a bit of blue and the clouds that were hovering
near the sun were splashed with colours like pink and red with even hints of purple, they were like sacred
steps to heaven.
John rested in his leather armchair, smoking on his pipe every now and then, creating rings of smoke. He
was deep in thought when his wife came and brought him his jasmine tea, he put down his pipe, sipped on
his tea and examined the egg with his wife. His wife was one of the most educated women in the village,
but even she didn’t know of any creature that could lay such a big egg. They were still discussing when a
loud crash was heard and bells were rung. One, two, three, four… Four bells were rung... That means
death, something very bad was happening to the village. He took an oil lamp and went outside to check
what was happening.
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