McKenzie Johnson
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Island Struggles
The storm was raging, and I could tell that my boat would soon be either destroyed or would capsize. I wanted neither, but the storm gave it no choice. I could feel that I would soon be lost at sea. With this in mind, I radio the mainland for help, but there was no answer, I think the water shorted my system. Seconds later, the boat did what I had feared the most. It capsized, I was now in the water with no idea where I would land. I though I would die for heavens sakes. I could feel the water entering my lungs, I could no long handle the waves tossing every which way in this vast ocean. I closed my eyes and welcomed death itself, only to wake up hours, or days later on a beach covered in seaweed and sand. I could feel rashes all over my body, and I felt disgusted covered in complete filth, but I also felt hungry I could feel my stomach churning, and begging for food. Although, I had no supplies. I truly had no idea what I was going to do. Then I decided to go into the jungle, maybe I could find a wild animal, and maybe I could start a fire, but who I am I kidding. I have no such thing as survival skills, let alone surviving without any materials or a survival kit. I felt at that point like I was going to die, it was certain death. I would be greeting the grim reaper within the next few weeks. I could still at least try to survive, whether I'd live or die would be up to fate. Whether help would arrive to get me off this island so I could see my sweet mother again, or I'd die before anyone every noticed I was missing, or before anyone sent out a search party. Well, there's no point in dwelling on the what ifs, so I'll look for some food. First, I'll break off a tree branch to use as my weapon, and off we go into the jungle. I have no idea what I'm looking for or what I'm doing. I feel as if I'll have to learn through experience which is exactly what I'm doing right now. As I continue scavenging through the thick jungle, I come across some berries. I have no clue if they're safe to eat or if they're poisonous, and I also have no idea how to tell. I'm very hungry at the moment, and my two options are to take a chance by eating berries that may or may not be poisonous or keep walking and risk not finding any other food and starving to death. My two options aren't the best, but I'm truly left with no choice. If I had a coin I'd flip it and leave it up to mere luck, but I don't even have that luxury. Though, I feel as if my hunger has got the best of me while forcing myself to decide. So I'll go with eating the berries. I pop one in my mouth, chew and then swallow. It seemed to go down ok, so I eat the rest of the berries I found. Somewhat proud of myself for being able to find the berries without getting bitten by a giant spider, or even a giant snake. Now, that I'm somewhat content with my hunger problem, I decide I need to make shelter before nightfall. I definitely need wood for shelter, but I have no clue on what else I need, or where I'll even start once I get the materials. Though I know one thing is for sure, I'll definitely need to find out before nightfall.
By McKenzie Johnson4 years ago in Horror
Hell: From One to Another
In the usual dark alley way where I always sleep at night there was a strange man, very very strange. It was quite odd as I'd never seen him before, but he was standing over my little makeshift home and it seemed like he was investigating it. I stood there watching what he was doing a bit longer, and then I started to dash the other way. I was not about to get caught again by another adult. After all, they all just take me to the police station where the police just send me back to my abusive stepfather. Of course all he knows how to do is beat me with his beer bottles, and tell me I'm better off dead and should've never been born. It's literal torture being there, so there's no way I'd let myself be caught. I keep running and start to turn the next corner, but with my bad luck, I think the strange man heard me and started to chase after me because suddenly I feel a hand grab my shirt which forces me to stop. He then looks at me and asks, "Who are you?" in a really deep voice which made me freeze up, but I manage to stutter my name, "Az.. Azrael." I reply. "So Azrael," the man says, "Why were you spying on me?". With the way he said those words, I felt like he was going to strangle me to death if I said one wrong thing. That's why entire body is shivering right now. I reply with, "You.. You were standing over my living space, and I was wondering what you were doing." He stares at me with his seemingly lifeless eyes and asks, "How old are you?" I say, "I'm 10 years old." The strange man then looks at me and says, "Would you like to be my son?" I had to process what he said for a moment, because those words really confused me, like why would anyone want me as their child. So I replied, "Why?" because he can't possibly be saying that out of good will. He then said, "Because I need an heir to take over my responsibilities." His response still didn't clarify, so I said, "What responsibilities?" The strange man then let out a malicious grin and said, "If you agree, then I'll tell you." Those words sounded really suspicious, but I replied with, "Ok, I agree to be your son." After all, I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Anyways, after I agree, he pulls out his phone and types something, then after a few minutes he calls someone, so I decide to sit down on my makeshift bed inside my little box home. Shortly after I sit down a black SUV pulls up. The man then says to me, "Get in." So I get in, and put my seat belt on and then the driver starts driving, and I had no idea where we were going. That's when my thoughts started trailing off by saying things like, "What if you're being kidnapped?" or "What if he takes you straight back to your stepfather?" I mean like I don't ever want to see my stepfather again, and I don't care less if I'm being kidnapped as long as I can sleep in a real bed for the first time in my life I'll be fine, I still want to know where I'm going though. So I ask curiously, "Where are we going?" The man replies, "To a place where I can legally make you my son."
By McKenzie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Lost in Sorrow
After losing it all, Amy, depressed and heartbroken with no motivation simply contemplates ending it all. She's stuck on the border between life and death weighing the pros and cons of just dying. Amy wonders what death is like, and if it would be better than living, but is scared. Amy is scared, and in the end she won't end her life because of that fear. With this she decides that, she will work it out. Amy decides to keep going, Amy decides that her father's death won't hold her back. Amy decides to keep taking care of her mother, even if she blames her for her father's death, but I feel as if, I, the author is running away with the story a bit too fast. So let's go back to the beginning, Amy's past.
By McKenzie Johnson4 years ago in Families
