Creaitve Story: Desert Island Essay, Research Paper

Creaitve Story: Desert Island

The bright sun pierced through my silted eyelids as I made a feeble attempt to

block the burning beams of light with my shaking hand. Unsuccessful, I closed

my eyes tightly, shutting out the ball of fire hanging overhead. As my senses

returned in a painful blow, I raised myself up slowly, spitting out a mouthful

of sand. With a quick glance, I uncovered an interesting fact. All my clothes

were gone. Then it came flooding back. Back on the SS. TUNA, I had heard a low

rumbling, and then the deck cracked under the force of what must have been a

massive explosion. The last thing I could remember was the loud cracking of the

ship’s hull, and the I blacked out. The blast must have burned my clothes clean

off, and threw me on to this desert island. How odd that my clothes were

burned off, and I was left without a scratch. Shrugging off the many questions

that my mind bombarded me with, I decided to take a tour of the island, and

search for a possible means of escape. “OH SHI-!” I stopped myself short of a

curse, and looked down at my aching toe. I painfully leaned over and examined

the ground around my feet, discovering a 1922 Sears catalogue. Exhausted and

hungry, I reached for a coconut from the only tree. I leaned against the palm

tree eating the coconut and leafing through the ancient catalogue. Thinking

aloud, I muttered, “Gee, I wish I had some clothes”. POOF! Magically, I was in

the latest fashions of 1922. Hmmm…….could it be? I flipped through the

catalogue until I found what I was looking for. POOF! “Wow, I always wanted a

bread box”. Curious as to what else I could find, I thoroughly searched the

catalogue, 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 the

magic catalogue to get off the island……..but how? BINGO! I wished for 20

tables, a kite with a VERY long string, a mattress, a belt, a bathtub and a

towel. First, I clogged the bathtub drain with a towel, and laid the mattress

on top, and floated it out to the coral. Next, I stacked the tables, so that

they reached 60 ft. high. Standing on top of the stack, I flew the kite out to

the coral, and snagged it tightly. Pulling the string taunt, I tied it around

the table leg, and looped the belt around it, forming a harness. I climbed into

the harness and pushed off. I slid downwards along the string for hours, till I

finally neared the 10 ft. high coral. At the last second, I slid out of the

harness and landed on the mattress I had previously sailed out to sea. I

bounced of the mattress 15 ft. in the air, clearing the coral and appearing in

front of a helicopter which was passing by. It flew over to me, and I grabbed

on to the landing gear in mid-air, and was rescued without even touching the

water or having to deal with the deadly shark that swam in it’s dark waters.