Journey to the new beggining

The sun, its bedazzling beams shining blinding me as my feet sunk into the sand. Every step drained my energy; lifting my heavy feet as though held down by weights (Stupid gravity.)
It was as though I could taste the heat, it was evaporating all the saliva in my mouth. Suddenly I tripped, lost in my thought .My mouth was full of sand .It was like eating hot saw dust, bouncing in my mouth. Ocean spray hit me in the face; it was as though I was drinking salt. Stinging my eyes I felt paralysed my eyes could have dropped off. I drew my energy and stood with pain. I reached into my sac and drew my canteen. I drunk for what seemed a life time; the crystal clear water was refreshing I felt instantly cool as I poured it over myself. NO IT RAN OUT.Yet the first step I took I was overpowered by the heat...
My stomach growled like a roaring beast waiting to catch it’s prey. I looked towards the ground ;could it be hot enough to cook a fish. I caught one fishing on my way here .I store at it for a few seconds it scaly features gleaming in the sun. Could this crazed plan work? Possibly if I used cut it to a fillet it would work. A reached into my bag full of survival equipment and grabbed and grabbed an army knife. Slicing thick chunks I actually begun to think this would work. Leaving the fish to do its work realized this was a survival challenge . Make do with what you had slowing down the pace of life this what it was all about . The fish seemed ready so I took one huge chunk out of the fillet. This was nothing like normal fish it melted in your mouth and was delicious. I ate until they was nothing left and continued my journey.
The smell was water evaporating in the heat how it stunk!!! Even worse the oil that the boats used smelt like petrol in the oven. TO EXPRESS EVEN MORE HOW BAD IT WAS I HAD TO BREATH THIS TOXIC FUME!!! This was stinky ... literally...
It was as though the sand reacted with the heat, the sun which could roast 100 turkeys on a day like this in a split second made the sand go a bloody red. I picked it up and let it run through my hands; it was a fine powder softer than the purest baby powder. The individual grain softened my finger tips. I watched in amazement how my footprints in sand slowly came back to level surface, it was as if you pressed your finger onto a sponge and in time returned to normal ..But yet-
Oh thank goodness. A miniature pool full of crystal clear water. Any saliva left in my mouth would have dribbled out like a sly slow silent slithering snake .All my remaining energy I used to run towards the water .As soon as started running it seemed to get blurrier was my energy on getting to a critical stage. Was i going to pass out?
“Finally,” I gasped.
Exhausted, I reached out my hand for the pool...
“WHAT!!!”I yelled with my remaining strength it was a mirage...
And then I lost all stability in my legs and fainted...
Waking unsteadily, I realised my energy was fully replenished and how brilliant it felt!!! This has been a day full of adventures! Was fighting an alien; hang on they don’t exist...
And again I fell under sleeps magical spell and I was laying on the sand (better than any mattress I have had !)
Suddenly I woke as though I was awoken by a call somewhere reminding me that i was here for a reason. I yawned as though it was any other day and continued my journey: to see what lay beyond the mountains...

Trekking across what seemed quick sand and clambered in the creaking auburn boat and took a quick glance at the beach. Men lay on the floor exhausted; others had bags beneath their legs straining with every step. I took one long swift stroke and I was gliding across the ocean blue. The crimson blood sand and the sapphire crystal sea were a perfect match. I wasn’t the only one who was exhausted; men steering the boats looked as though they were about to collapse. However there was also a great look of excitement on their faces’. It looked really weird..I wondered what I could be. They looked like fools. Honestly what made them look like such idiots !!?
`With one long stroke of the oar and I was gliding across the ocean blue. The sparkling ocean , a beautiful place was paradise for me. All it made me does was relax the calming blue waves swish and crash all through the night. Once you were on it you forgotten all things and you relaxed as if nothing ever mattered. You didn’t feel pain or tired you just wanted it to never stop. All the heat seemed frozen and my energy was instantly replenished..
Other boats were also sailing swiftly and quickly, a trail of water was left behind them. Mountains grew closer, growing in detail. The snow, pure and white as a pillow. Blinding sun, shining its beams at the white snow, how does it sparkle so much? It was a beautiful landscape the tall victorious mountains how the grey-purple went into the silvery sparkling snow. How it was so clean and unhampered with. This is true nature beautiful by itself. How celebrities need make up to make them self look decent nature is its own makeup and the best in the world. How artists needed a fine paintbrush to add detail nature has more detail than any picture.
What lay before the mountains? A beach? Paradise? Or perhaps more pain and agony. Maybe I will venture the unexplored and find something that will change my life; giving me fame and glory. Suddenly my mind stopped to wonder and I realised that it properly wasn’t going to happen (why cruel fate.) .However you never know. It wasn’t going to make a difference anyway. I came for a new begging to uncover a new chapter in my life. Would i get this? Will all my stress be forgotten about would everyday be an adventure?Only one way to find out...
PARADISE HERE I COME
Wow. I commend you for this WolborgMS, this is a great story. And one of the few non-beyblade stories there. Good work, I'll be checking back often. Wink
Dude you made it sooooooooo long
(Jan. 18, 2011  8:40 PM)GaHooleone Wrote: Wow. I commend you for this WolborgMS, this is a great story. And one of the few non-beyblade stories there. Good work, I'll be checking back often. Wink

thanks it was part of a year 7 homework project i handed it in but i haven't been given feedback
(Jan. 18, 2011  8:40 PM)Beybladefan1249 Wrote: Dude you made it sooooooooo long

so? Does it matter? Good stories don't have to be short, or in short sections. Look at kavasiki's or dude's story, and you'll see what I mean.