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It's funny, isn't it? When you notice something you've never noticed before. Like realizing your nose is always in your peripheral vision, or that you never notice you usually don't feel your clothes on your skin.
When I noticed I was on a beach in the middle of blazing midday, I didn't find that very funny. Sitting up far too quickly from lying down and hurting my back, I stared at the vast ocean in front of me. Wow, that is a LOT of water...
This can't be happening.
I was on a flight to London, and now I'm here, in the middle of bloody nowhere. Just my luck. That's what you get for pre booking a second class seat with Ryanair then, eh? "Book cheap flights to over 160 destinations." they said. "Save on airline tickets, airfare and travel deals when you book online." they said.
This doesn't look like London, doesn't even look like a shoddy Airport. This looks like a damn mess, that's what it is. That's the last time I fall asleep on a flight.
Ridiculous.
They could've had the courtesy to tell me that we'd be making a quick stop in the closest barren wasteland they could find. But no. I just wake up on some stupidly long beach with ocean in front of me and god knows what behind.
Hold on, what is behind me?
I turn around, then the sheer magnitude of the pile of crap I've been landed in hit me.
"Ah... lovely."
Stretching it's tendrils out for miles into the distance, climbing mountains and hills alike, was an unrelenting wall of forest. Painted with all the shades of dark green you can imagine, it watched the ocean with omnipotence, almost daring any stranger to cross it's leafy threshold. This was both a blessing and a curse. Forest meant building materials, a LOT of them. But it also meant dangerous ground, and more than likely, wild animals, hungry for a nice,
human-sized morsel to nibble on.
Well, at least I'm not going to run out of wood...
I turn back towards the sea with a sigh, and put my head in my hands. Then, take them out; I now have sand in my eyes.
"Eurgh, damn it." I blink rapidly and wipe what I can from my eye with one tattered sleeve, then stand up, thanking Ryanair for at least dropping me in the middle of the world's most desolate holiday destination with some clothes to wear. Starting down the beach, I run through the current situation in my head, ignoring the growing headache.
Okay, so I know that I'm in the middle of no where, and I know that I have nothing but a shirt and some trousers, what are my priorities? Shelter, music, food, and water. Okay... maybe not in that order, and maybe not music. One, I have no iPod, two, I can't exactly plug into the nearest iTree.
This really sucks. This sucks worse than stepping on your five year-old brothers newest Lego creation. This sucks worse than your Kit Kat not falling out of the vending machine. Hell, this sucks more than getting Rick-Rolled. Okay, right, I know this sucks, but saying how crappy it is isn't going to get me any food or water. Man up boy.
A loud rustle from a bush to my right stops my beach stroll. Everything goes quiet. It's like the whole forest is holding it's breath. My eyes lock on the offending bush, not daring to look away.
Now, let me just tell you something about me: I'm scared of nothing. If having to work part time in a graveyard doing the night shift for five years at your Dad's request doesn't knock the scare out of you, I don't know what does. I've seen everything: Rotting bodies, decapitated bodies, bodies that don't even look like bodies anymore. There was even this time when I was left to look after the body of a rotting pensioner. Everything was fine and dandy at first, I just sat there, rocking in a chair, listening to a bit of Guns 'n' Roses, when this corpse rolls of the bloody table and onto the floor with an almighty squelch. I screamed, fell off the chair and landed in an open coffin behind me, managing to knock myself out for three hours. Had to have sixteen stitches cause of that. Stupid body. That was when I quit Dad's Undertaker business. But it did me good, cause now it takes a lot to scare me. I was un-scare-able.
Well, that's what I thought. Right now, this bush was more scary than a dead granny deciding she'd rather lay on the floor. I kept staring, and it stared back. It didn't really stare; It's a bush, but that's what it felt like, cause I knew there was something in there, behind those leaves. Something dark, something hungry...
Crap crap crap crap.
It rustled again, sending me jumping several feet, and it didn't stop rustling. I knew this was it. Any minute now, a scaly monster out of a horror movie will jump out and snap me up like a Dorito. My knees shook, just like the bush.
I couldn't move. My feet were rooted in their sandy graves. The rustling got louder, and louder, and I could feel sweat running across my forehead and down my cheek.
Then BOOM. It all happened in about half a second. One minute there's a trembling sixteen year-old having a staring contest with an equally trembling bush, then, the foliage erupts in an explosion of leaves as a large, pink, squealing object comes crashing out of the undergrowth and straight into the trembling teen. I was out before I hit the sand.
Great, K.O.'d by a pig.
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I hope people like this, it took me a while. Now, before you scream 'mooooaaarrr', I will continue this as soon as I can, If people like it, that is. If not, and I get a jam jar of hate thrown at me for writing this, then no more story. Tis simple. :3 Anyway, I hope you liked it, I look forward to feedback. :) Oh and 'Cheap Holiday' isn't the title of this, hopefully, which is why any suggestions for a good title will be more than welcome. :3
As always, if you liked this, please help me by giving me a Diamond. This took a lot of effort, and I'm very tired so recognition would be awesome. If you wanna see more of this, find out when I bring the next chapter out by clicking on Subscribe. :)
Thanks Dudes and Dudines. :D
__________________________________________________________________________________________
UPDATE: Chapter Two, 'Into The Forest', has been released, it'd be awesome if you'd check it out. :D
www.planetminecraft.com/blog/into-the-forest/
When I noticed I was on a beach in the middle of blazing midday, I didn't find that very funny. Sitting up far too quickly from lying down and hurting my back, I stared at the vast ocean in front of me. Wow, that is a LOT of water...
This can't be happening.
I was on a flight to London, and now I'm here, in the middle of bloody nowhere. Just my luck. That's what you get for pre booking a second class seat with Ryanair then, eh? "Book cheap flights to over 160 destinations." they said. "Save on airline tickets, airfare and travel deals when you book online." they said.
This doesn't look like London, doesn't even look like a shoddy Airport. This looks like a damn mess, that's what it is. That's the last time I fall asleep on a flight.
Ridiculous.
They could've had the courtesy to tell me that we'd be making a quick stop in the closest barren wasteland they could find. But no. I just wake up on some stupidly long beach with ocean in front of me and god knows what behind.
Hold on, what is behind me?
I turn around, then the sheer magnitude of the pile of crap I've been landed in hit me.
"Ah... lovely."
Stretching it's tendrils out for miles into the distance, climbing mountains and hills alike, was an unrelenting wall of forest. Painted with all the shades of dark green you can imagine, it watched the ocean with omnipotence, almost daring any stranger to cross it's leafy threshold. This was both a blessing and a curse. Forest meant building materials, a LOT of them. But it also meant dangerous ground, and more than likely, wild animals, hungry for a nice,
human-sized morsel to nibble on.
Well, at least I'm not going to run out of wood...
I turn back towards the sea with a sigh, and put my head in my hands. Then, take them out; I now have sand in my eyes.
"Eurgh, damn it." I blink rapidly and wipe what I can from my eye with one tattered sleeve, then stand up, thanking Ryanair for at least dropping me in the middle of the world's most desolate holiday destination with some clothes to wear. Starting down the beach, I run through the current situation in my head, ignoring the growing headache.
Okay, so I know that I'm in the middle of no where, and I know that I have nothing but a shirt and some trousers, what are my priorities? Shelter, music, food, and water. Okay... maybe not in that order, and maybe not music. One, I have no iPod, two, I can't exactly plug into the nearest iTree.
This really sucks. This sucks worse than stepping on your five year-old brothers newest Lego creation. This sucks worse than your Kit Kat not falling out of the vending machine. Hell, this sucks more than getting Rick-Rolled. Okay, right, I know this sucks, but saying how crappy it is isn't going to get me any food or water. Man up boy.
A loud rustle from a bush to my right stops my beach stroll. Everything goes quiet. It's like the whole forest is holding it's breath. My eyes lock on the offending bush, not daring to look away.
Now, let me just tell you something about me: I'm scared of nothing. If having to work part time in a graveyard doing the night shift for five years at your Dad's request doesn't knock the scare out of you, I don't know what does. I've seen everything: Rotting bodies, decapitated bodies, bodies that don't even look like bodies anymore. There was even this time when I was left to look after the body of a rotting pensioner. Everything was fine and dandy at first, I just sat there, rocking in a chair, listening to a bit of Guns 'n' Roses, when this corpse rolls of the bloody table and onto the floor with an almighty squelch. I screamed, fell off the chair and landed in an open coffin behind me, managing to knock myself out for three hours. Had to have sixteen stitches cause of that. Stupid body. That was when I quit Dad's Undertaker business. But it did me good, cause now it takes a lot to scare me. I was un-scare-able.
Well, that's what I thought. Right now, this bush was more scary than a dead granny deciding she'd rather lay on the floor. I kept staring, and it stared back. It didn't really stare; It's a bush, but that's what it felt like, cause I knew there was something in there, behind those leaves. Something dark, something hungry...
Crap crap crap crap.
It rustled again, sending me jumping several feet, and it didn't stop rustling. I knew this was it. Any minute now, a scaly monster out of a horror movie will jump out and snap me up like a Dorito. My knees shook, just like the bush.
I couldn't move. My feet were rooted in their sandy graves. The rustling got louder, and louder, and I could feel sweat running across my forehead and down my cheek.
Then BOOM. It all happened in about half a second. One minute there's a trembling sixteen year-old having a staring contest with an equally trembling bush, then, the foliage erupts in an explosion of leaves as a large, pink, squealing object comes crashing out of the undergrowth and straight into the trembling teen. I was out before I hit the sand.
Great, K.O.'d by a pig.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
I hope people like this, it took me a while. Now, before you scream 'mooooaaarrr', I will continue this as soon as I can, If people like it, that is. If not, and I get a jam jar of hate thrown at me for writing this, then no more story. Tis simple. :3 Anyway, I hope you liked it, I look forward to feedback. :) Oh and 'Cheap Holiday' isn't the title of this, hopefully, which is why any suggestions for a good title will be more than welcome. :3
As always, if you liked this, please help me by giving me a Diamond. This took a lot of effort, and I'm very tired so recognition would be awesome. If you wanna see more of this, find out when I bring the next chapter out by clicking on Subscribe. :)
Thanks Dudes and Dudines. :D
__________________________________________________________________________________________
UPDATE: Chapter Two, 'Into The Forest', has been released, it'd be awesome if you'd check it out. :D
www.planetminecraft.com/blog/into-the-forest/
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