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Lost and Alone Descriptive Writing

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Lost and Alone "Click". I stood up at the sudden metallic sound and scanned into the red horizon outside the window. With no contact to "them" or anyone else I was adrift. Since the last cyclone the company still had not fixed the broken landline. A mixture of emotions cycled through my brain. Angry? Of course I was, how long can someone stay alone without anyone to look after him in this ? Sad? Well I depended on "them" incessantly. I sat up and wiped my forehead. A streak of sweat trickled laboriously down my palm. "They" did say only for 3 hours. If it had not passed it felt like 10 hours. I glanced out again, it was gradually getting darker but I could still make out the glittering water in the fading sun. "Click" I stood up and ran to the door and picked up the machete just in case. If felt heavy and bulky, I noticed the finger grooves engraved in the handle, but they were much bigger than mine. I looked out the window, no-one! I opened the window; a warm breeze waved the curtains. Walking stealthily away, I decided upon my next tactics. ...read more.

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The branch I was standing on cracked and I ran as fast as I could across the forest and came to an open patch. Slowly and carefully I timed my steps and tried to remain as calm as possible. I saw everything going blurry and felt a surge of adrenaline rush through me. My body stiffened but as a drop of water fell on me, I felt less sure I could bear the pressure. I started a slow jog through the forest and then considered going back. This was not like me so I decided to push on and find the exit and hopefully get some more deserved fun. As I brushed past some thick bushes, I caught sight of a silver reflection lying surrounded by a layer of grass. I started to panic at realising that this might me a dangerous place after all. I realised that I would be better-off if I got to the shops faster. As I ran, the surroundings became so dense that I could hardly breathe. I found myself in labyrinth of tress and thick shrubs. A stench of rotting trees met my smell and I coughed at the sudden change of air. ...read more.

Conclusion

I looked out and waited. My heart started to beat faster. The men got in and I got in a ready stance. As the truck accelerated, I moved to the edge of the bush. The truck gathered more speed. I got of the bush, keeping out of the light, got behind the truck. I grabbed the rear with one hand and with the other had the machete. I was sure no one saw me but realised that the truck could be going anywhere. However, this could also be the only way out of here. After half an hour we came near a beach. Looking at the names I realised that it was about one mile from where my house was. My hands were strained and tired but that was hidden behind a veil of adrenaline. I waited until we reached near the border of the street and beach then jumped out. I was hoping for a soft landing but my momentum was too slow and I hid the concrete with a massive force. I was out of breath and my body was aching. Before I could do anything else, my knee started to bleed. I could not concentrate on what I wanted to do. I was experiencing a mixture of pain and confusion. All I needed to do was get back home. By Arshad Bhoyroo 11W ...read more.

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