Hey! In my English class we had to write a story about a holiday memory – but it could be made up. I made mine fictional because there’s rarely anything I do that would be good reading for this topic!
Here it is:
Summer Holiday
By ilovehellokitty8g
Trying to skip stones on a wavy beach makes me laugh.
Early morning in Tathra – 20 minutes from Merimbula but so much better. Walking along the beach to the surf club I wondered that day if there’d be stingers in the water – not that it really matters now that I think about it. Stingers really have nothing to do with it. At least, not when I came back to the early-wakening caravan park to look up at the cliff – a teenage girl, my age, stood swaying in the breeze.
She wore odd, dark brown clothes that could only be described as “Goth”, and her long, dark hair flowed in the sea breeze like seaweed in water. She had a dazed look on her face – yet I had a sense she was searching for something. Then she look at me, and her eyes, I noticed, were as dark as a starless night, darker than dark itself.
She whispered a word I couldn’t hear, but felt; “Saviour.” Then she backed away from the cliff so I couldn’t see her anymore.
Later that morning I saw her again: alone, and her hair still flowed in the wind.
Wait: there is no wind.
But then, behind her, emerged a man – but this was not an ordinary man.
This man (or non-man) was half man: half robot. Half his body was totally normal, and half of him was machine. His mechanical eye twitched and searched (totally disconnected to what his human eye was doing) far further than the human eye could go.
The girl turned around to see what I was looking at and her face filled with a terrified expression. She sprinted towards me, past me, her feet barely making contact with the asphalt, as she sprinted round the corner. But the mechanical man didn’t follow. He just stood there, grinning, with one hand behind his back. He pulled his hand out, and in his hand, was a little mechanical bird. It had a little windup key, and he turned it. And no, it didn’t chirp or hop or do hilarious back flips, it launched into the air and flew. And I mean flew – it wasn’t jagged-like, or it didn’t skip motion, and even when it flew past my head I couldn’t even hear it ticking. It was completely smooth – like a real bird. It flew past and followed in the direction of the girl. I ran after it as fast as I could.
Round the corner, past a blue caravan, in between a red sedan and a small green tent – boy, this bird was fast. I’d followed it down almost every street and corner before it stopped behind the cabins – where the girl had fallen over. I ran over to her, but she backed away. Suddenly, I heard this loud clanking sound behind me – I turned around to see the mechanical bird transforming into a massive hedgehog! The girl screamed. “Saviour,” she whispered, “Saviour, help us. The mechanical man, his machine, his work – all designed to eliminate us. Please help!”
We ran around to the front of the cabins and the hedgehog howled and went after us. With every step it took the ground shook like an earthquake and we kept falling over.
“It’s catching us!” the girl screamed as we ran down to the beach. We had to think of a plan quick. We arrived at the surf club – and the mechanical man was there. “No!” the girl screamed. The man had that same grin plastered on his face. Then I suddenly got an idea – I knew there was only one thing to do.
I screamed, and threw myself at the man. At the last moment, I saw his smile disappear, before he….
Disappeared.
I swallowed a heap of sand. Yuck.
But he’d gone. One moment he was there – grinning evilly. Next moment he frowned, next he was gone – totally gone.
The beastly hedgehog hollered again. Hmmm…
Again, I threw myself at it. I knew the mechanical man disappeared when I touched it, so maybe the hedgehog does too…
Yes! Victory dance! Ha har!
I looked over to the girl and we both burst out laughing. How could we have been chased all through the caravan park, all over town, all the way down to the surf club just to find if you launched at it it would disappear?
I came over to give the girl a high 5, but when I touched her…
She also disappeared.
What is happening? I asked myself. Then suddenly…
I woke up and looked at my alarm. Damn. That was the most stupid dream of a summer holiday I ever had.
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