Stranded- Creative Writing

Stranded- Creative Writing
Elliot Stretched out his arms as he woke up from a restless night of
sleep. Poor Elliot was too afraid to sleep, afraid of the mysterious
beastie. In the night he could hear a continuous whispering coming
from outside the shelter, the whispering turned into nightmares. After
rubbing away the sleep from his delicate eyes with his grubby hands he
remembered all the bad dreams from the darkness of the night. These
brought a tear to his eye as he remembered the comforts of home.
Memories were slowly fading as time went on in the jungle.
Slowly he made his way out of the shelter and was greeted by another boy shouting ?El! El!? Without thinking about helping the bigguns with the fire or even hunting he just went and joined with the others. The boy, who had called him over, Mikey, greeted Elliot with a playful punch. ?I?ll race ya!? screamed Elliot as he began running towards he luscious sea. Mikey ran after him. As they dived into the water and were splashing each other a loud came from the conch they reluctantly wondered back to the shelters. Ralph greeted them as the rest of the children flocked in. Most of the Littluns just stand there and do not listen unless it is about the beastie. Today Ralph was trying to explain certain matters of which Elliot just did not take in, Jack kept on interrupting and after a while the meeting broke up as Elliot joined the rest of the littluns playing on the beach. On the beach a few of the small boys were building a big sandcastle. They were all very excited as it slowly grew as they all helped eachother. ?This is going to be so big,? exclaimed Elliot stretching out his arms. Roger strolled over and trod on the castle as if it was not there. ?Why did you do that,? cried Mikey in anger. All the other boys gasped because they were all too scared to talk to Roger. Roger was renown as a bully but he had power from this. As Roger walked off the other boys just sat there and starred at the demolished sand castle. All the pride the boys had in the castle had gone. Elliot blamed all of the other littluns and stomped off. While he was calming down he went and sat down on a nearby rock. He thought for a while but so many thoughts passed through his mind. A little tear ran down his face and sparkled in the light of the sun. This tear was wishing him to be home. At first Elliot was happy for there to be no grown-ups, but now he missed them. After a while of sitting there lonely his tummy started to rumble. Elliot realised he was a little hungry but fresh fruit didn?t really appeal to him. Mikey finally joined Elliot sitting on the rock. He suggested they should go and explore in the jungle. Although Elliot was a little cared by this he agreed to go with him. The two boys enthusiastically skipped off not aware of what lay ahead. They had only battled their way through the creepers for a few metres when Elliot screamed as he tripped over a mat of creepers on the floors of the jungle. Shadows were swaying back and fourth as Mikey swung on a branch. Both of the boys were scared about adventuring into the unknown but they would not admit this to each other. ?This would be a really cool place to build a den but we will need loads of branches and leaves,? said Elliot imagining what it would look like. Mikey nodded his head in agreement. Together the two boys spent ages breaking branches and building them up so it was more enclosed?. Left to be continued by you?.

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