Forbidden Desert Short Story

I flew from Las Vegas to an airport close to the Caribbean rainforest, this was my first time on a plane, I never would have imagined it would be to start my dream job and go to an exotic place. I mean, who could ever get so lucky on their first assignment. I was expecting to get sent to the middle of a hot desert or a humid rain forest infested with flying and biting bugs. I knew it was time to start my adventure when I got off that plane, but it was also time to start my adult life as well. The plane ride was full of me asking myself questions about this trip that I really could not answer. I kept asking myself what would I encounter when I reached the tribe, would they be accepting of me, would things be hostile or friendly, will I be able to adapt well enough to their style of living to be able to complete my assignment. I could not stop thinking of all the ways this trip could play

We were all encouraged to choke down as much food as possible. Any kind of energy was essential. A melancholy atmosphere hung heavy as the journey progressed. Minutes walking slowly progressed into hours, the sky seemed to darken steadily. All of us were oblivious to the danger shrouded by the dim evening. Only moments after scaling a rather steep ledge did nature dice to turn sour. A deafening rumble made each climber perk up. Snow began to descend at an alarming rate. Thunder began to mic the steady beating of a drum, causing more concern among the ranks of climbers. The powdery snow became more of a risk than ever, climbing under pressure and leaving nothing to stand on. Third base was more than three hours away. Three hours wasn't possible at the rate. Snowfall this bad could be detrimental to the climb’s success. Snow obscured vision and numbed faces. Shouts and orders deemed lost in the screaming wind; people’s figure became shapeless blurs frantically shifting, hoping if they struggled against the wind hard enough, they might find someone. Of course, this was to no avail. Not a single person doubted their demise would come at this point: the stakes were high and no-one could play too well against Mother Nature. The snow crept up to knee-level, making it harder and harder to travel. Death and I were face-to-face. To some, they couldn't bare the idea of dying up here; they had families and friends, children who need parents and

Chris McCandless’s journey in Alaska was very grueling and difficult. He only took the basic necessities and ended up dying. Some things Chris took were books, hunting weapons, and a camera. He froze to death on the tundra. Ann Bancroft and Liv Arnesen skied across Antarctica and became the first women to do so. The weather could get down to -100 degrees fahrenheit and was so windy they had to use a radio to talk to each other. The two carried technology that helped them communicate. For example, they used a camera to take pictures and then used a computer to upload them. J. Michael Fay was an explorer and conservationist. Fay traveled through dense forests and remote villages in Africa to make aware the animals and plants being destroyed.

This crushed my dreams and years of hard work. However, I enlisted into the war effort. I trained and graduated from Midland Army Flying School in 1942,and was immediately joined with a crew in the bomber plane Superman. After many trips, and one severe attack, our crew was broken up, and I was transferred to the Green Hornet, a plane notorious for being unreliable in flight. On May 27, 1943, my plane crashed into the Pacific Ocean, with only two other men surviving. There was panic and confusion, and I hurt from the loss of my friends that sunk to the bottom of the ocean in their metal coffin. For days I, along with crewmen and friends, Phil and Mac, floated on two small rafts, fending off sharks, attempting to catch fish, and enduring storms and high heat in the burning sun. We had extremely low provisions, forcing us to suffer from dehydration and famine, unable to help ourselves in our situation. Our bodies were wasting away, but the three of us vowed to keep our minds sharp. We told stories, recited memories, quizzed each other on trivia, I even began to recount memories of my mother’s cooking in detail, to trick our starving stomachs if only for moments. Together, we also began to pray. It had been day twenty one of being on the rafts when I promised, “If God will quench our thirst, I will dedicate my life to him” (Hillenbrand 152). There was later a spontaneous rainstorm above us. After the death of Mac on the raft, “I prayed for myself and Phil, vowing that if God would save us, I would serve heaven forever” (165). I asked the Lord for mental, emotional, and spiritual strength, and to be saved from our new world of only ocean and suffering. On the forty sixth day, July 14, Phil and I were spotted and picked up by a Japanese ship. That was the beginning of my time as a Japanese Prisoner of War, the harshest time of war. During my time, I went to four POW camps, Kwajalein, Ofuna, Omori, and

I saw a bird on the pinta so switched boats and I killed it with a rock. We were all grumpy that we had not found land yet. The captain wanted to change course and I thought it was a good idea but I just agreed with the other sailors. We heard the shot of the cannibal that means there is land. We saw some naked people which the captain

Anyway, while we are on our journey we just met Kansas River before reaching Alcove Springs. So we had to buy a raft to cross the river which cost 1 dollar. Otherwise will try going around it but I’m afraid our family will get lost. So we all got to buy a raft and crossed the river safely. The water had rushed a little bit then our stuff kind of tumble over. Plus it took a while because our Oxen are

We are leaving Fort Kearny and following the South side of the Platte River until we get the the California Crossing. When we get there we have to cross over to the North Platte River so we can get to Oregon instead of California. There are no ferries and there is no bridge so we have to walk on the sandbars. 4 days have passed and we get the the California Crossing FINALLY. We cross the sandbars then we see that we have to go up a hill. Our wagon is very heavy so we have to throw something off, we decide to throw off a water jug. If we need more water we could just use some from the other families or when we stop just drink straight from the fresh water. We get to the top then we see that we also have to down. We decide that to get down the

I searched the beaches on the island for a boat of some sort to take me far away. A sense of relief filled my body when I saw a fishing boat

As we got off our boat the heavy mountain dew rain had stopped and it was just drizzling now. The first stage of our journey was going through the Sanic land. I told the rest of my group that we 'gotta go fast' to reach the other side because we couldn't let the Illuminati realise that we had arrived. After we had gone through Sanic land we arrived at Shrek's Swamp. We started to run through but Shrek burst out and started chasing us, all of us got through except one of our crew members, he was called Arinzebarb, he got left behind as he was legally blind and could see barely. It started to get dark so we set up camp in the woods and had a dinner of doritos and mountain dew.

We were walking, exploring the forest. The vegetation was dense. And the sun hardly came through the

1.How would you describe Monty at the start of the story? From this information, how do you think he feels?

our journey came upon us. The sun had just climbed over the first huge hill and its brilliant

For the three additional people, I would bring a doctor, an environmentalist with a vast knowledge of the planet we’re going to inhabit, and chemist, as they would be extremely beneficial to safely colonizing the planet. Zak’s additional individuals would be a second doctor in case something happens the other doctor or if two is needed for a procedure, along with a mechanical engineer for any housing and machinery designs needed, and a botanist so we will have someone trained in growing plants in strange environments. Paige’s choices are some sort of muscle in case we need someone who could provide protection and do any heavy

The second person was Colonel William Gorgas, who was chosen to stamp out the deadly tropical diseases. The third was the great engineer, Colonel George Goethals, who was charged with cutting through the treacherous mountain range. Instead of cutting straight though the land, he devised building lochs, in which the boats would be raised gradually.

When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four