The RainMaker
I was looking around, trying to find clouds. No sign of any life around me. The fuel was really low. I could see smoke coming from the plane engine so I decided to come down to a place that was once filled with water. But now was the driest place on earth. Everywhere you look there was sand and cliffs. There were old ships lying around. My family had made a somewhat livable place.
It all started when we were on a small plane, flying from New Zealand to london for a holiday when all of a sudden mid-flight, the engine failed. Everyone else didn't survive. Luckily we all survived. me, my mum, my dad and my sister and little brother. Luckily we used the parachutes to make a tent on the side of a broken down submarine. We were also using fuel from the submarine. It was also giving us shade.
We used the plane’s food supply. There isn't much food left. My dad fixed the plane engine because he is an engineer. There is also a watch tower next to us. My dad stays in the tower all day looking for clouds.
Looking for any signs of live, I was checking my surroundings. We needed to find some water as soon as we could. That's when I heard Dad yelling with joy. He was pointing to something from the watchtower. He was pointing to a cloud. I could hear my dad voice. He was really happy like everyone else. But it wasn't too big. It was coming our way. It was a really small one, was it enough to make rain?...
How fortunate that you found parachutes and put them to multiple uses. I like the way you have left me (the reader) on tenterhooks wondering if the cloud would be big enough to provide water and sustain life. I am going to imagine a happy ending. That is one of the wonderful aspects of story writing. You put pictures and ideas into other people's minds and their imagination takes over from yours.
ReplyDeleteJust a formatting note: It is very difficult to read the dark writing against a dark background. I persevered.
I look forward to your next blog post.