Creaitve Story: Desert IslandThe bright sun pierced through my silted eyelids as I made a feeble attempt toblock the burning beams of light with my shaking hand. Unsuccessful, I closedmy eyes tightly, shutting out the ball of fire hanging overhead. As my sensesreturned in a painful blow, I raised myself up slowly, spitting out a mouthfulof sand. With a quick glance, I uncovered an interesting fact. All my clotheswere gone.
Then it came flooding back. Back on the SS. TUNA, I had heard a lowrumbling, and then the deck cracked under the force of what must have been amassive explosion. The last thing I could remember was the loud cracking of theship’s hull, and the I blacked out. The blast must have burned my clothes cleanoff, and threw me on to this desert island.
How odd that my clothes wereburned off, and I was left without a scratch. Shrugging off the many questionsthat my mind bombarded me with, I decided to take a tour of the island, andsearch for a possible means of escape. “OH SHI-!” I stopped myself short of acurse, and looked down at my aching toe. I painfully leaned over and examinedthe ground around my feet, discovering a 1922 Sears catalogue. Exhausted andhungry, I reached for a coconut from the only tree.
I leaned against the palmtree eating the coconut and leafing through the ancient catalogue. Thinkingaloud, I muttered, “Gee, I wish I had some clothes”. POOF! Magically, I was inthe latest fashions of 1922. Hmmm..
..could it be? I flipped through thecatalogue until I found what I was looking for. POOF! “Wow, I always wanted abread box”.
Curious as to what else I could find, I thoroughly searched thecatalogue, finding that the sports equipment and hardware sections were torn out,along with a coupon for next years catalogue. I decided that I could use themagic catalogue to get off the island..
……but how? BINGO! I wished for 20tables, a kite with a VERY long string, a mattress, a belt, a bathtub and atowel.
First, I clogged the bathtub drain with a towel, and laid the mattresson top, and floated it out to the coral. Next, I stacked the tables, so thatthey reached 60 ft. high. Standing on top of the stack, I flew the kite out tothe coral, and snagged it tightly. Pulling the string taunt, I tied it aroundthe table leg, and looped the belt around it, forming a harness.
I climbed intothe harness and pushed off. I slid downwards along the string for hours, till Ifinally neared the 10 ft. high coral. At the last second, I slid out of theharness and landed on the mattress I had previously sailed out to sea. Ibounced of the mattress 15 ft. in the air, clearing the coral and appearing infront of a helicopter which was passing by.
It flew over to me, and I grabbedon to the landing gear in mid-air, and was rescued without even touching thewater or having to deal with the deadly shark that swam in it’s dark waters.