Pumpkin Island Page #2

Writing stories is my passion in life! It feels wonderful to create something new out of imagination. So, when a boy named Jake sails out to sea on a dare and shipwrecks on a mysterious island, it's the start of a unique and entrancing tale.

• Fantasy
• Fiction
• Humour
• Action and Adventure

								


Day Three

I awoke to a clatter. I realized my sleeping habits have not failed me, and that I literally fell asleep in the middle of a burning forest. I felt embarrassed for being such a sleepyhead. 
I arose from my inner embarrassment, and took in my surroundings.  As I remembered the details of yesterday, a horrible thought struck me. What if I had just calmly crawled into someone’s house? 
As I looked around, it certainly seemed so.  This seemed like a grand living room, the walls painted in a golden-white pattern. On the opposite corner, a small, plump oven and stove sat.
 In the middle of the room stood a beautiful white table, with three equally beautiful chairs tucked into it. And in the corner of the room lay a well- arranged me-shaped splotch of dust and dirt, right below a white-framed window. The room seemed bright and merry.
 How rude of me to intrude! Blushing, I hurriedly turned to leave. 
“Oh. You’re not dead. Great.”
I spun around. Who was that?!? I frantically twisted my head, trying to find who uttered the first human voice I’ve heard in days. The voice seemed sarcastic, almost angry, as they would be, I realized, if I had just crawled into their house in the middle of the night. 
“Like, chill, I’m here.”
I looked down. A small girl, about eight or seven, a couple of years younger than me, sat in one of the beautifully fashioned white chairs, raising an eyebrow at me. 
“Curse it. You’re a GUY?”
“Listen here, little girl, where are your parents? Take me to them, and maybe I’ll give you a lollipop.”
In an instant, she was down from her chair.  She grabbed my ear and pulled me down to her level, which was, no offense, pretty short.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” She growled. I shook her off. 
“Just tell me where your parents are, girl! I don’t know how you’re doing that, but bug off! I’m not here to see magic tricks!”
She grabbed me again, her grip stronger this time. 
“You’re annoying. Where do you think you’re going anyways, with such a proud face?” 
“Ummmm…Escaping, duh.”
“Then tell them I said hi up in Heaven!” She spat. “Look, I don’t know much about GUYS, but I’m pretty sure they can’t handle a hundred-foot drop off a cliff. You’ll just kill yourself.”
I grabbed her by the arm. “Are you trying to threaten me?”
She threw me off and slammed me into the ground. 
“No,” She gritted her teeth as we wrestled. “ I’m telling you what they’ll do to you! What they did to me!”
There was a moment of awkward silence. 
“So how are you still alive? Are you supposed to be a god?” I mocked.
“No, I’m just good at landing in a convenient leaf pile. Besides, do I look like one?” 
I observed her. She didn’t look like one in the least, but she did have some unusual silver hair. I was about to say so, but then she interrupted. 
“I know I do, but beneath the judgment of your poor male eyes, I unfortunately am not.” 
“Uh, sexist be like?” I crossed my arms.
She sighed. “Men these days. So arrogant.”
“Anyways,” I said, eager to change the subject. “Who’s they?”
“Well, first of all, I’m famished. Let’s catch some breakfast, and then we’ll talk about keeping you around.”
I gulped.
“Let’s go!” She said merrily. As I got up, I noticed her staring at the back of my head. Suddenly, I realized my cloak-blood-stopper-thingy wasn’t on anymore.
“Hey, your cloak-blood-stopper-thingy isn’t on anymore,”
Embarrassed but dignified, I lifted up my head.
“I could tell that for myself, thank you very much.” 
“Hey, I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you. You’re gonna die in a couple of hours from blood loss anyways.”
I started panicking. 
“FOR FUDGE’S SAKE, HELP ME, THEN!!!” I screamed. 
“What’s fudge?” She asked. 
“NOT NOW!”
“Hey, I said a couple of hours, not a couple of minutes.”
“WELL, HELP ME AND I’LL GIVE YOU SOME FUDGE!”
“Wait, is it edible?”
“JUST HELP ME!!!!”
“OK, sheesh.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“You’ll have to hold still though,” She added. Honestly, I didn’t trust her, but this was a life and death matter, and she really did seem to want to know what fudge was.
She whipped out a needle.
“NOOOOOO!!!!” I screamed. Death was better than the size of that needle. I got to my feet and ran for my life. 
“Hey, where are you going?”
I felt her chasing after me. I couldn’t let her do this to me! Needles are the worst! As I bolted through the green field, I realized I was getting out of breath. 
I paused for a moment, attempting to gather the energy to run again. All of a sudden, I heard a savage “Ha!” of triumph behind me.
“NOOOO!!!!!!!”
“Chill, I already did the shot! I’m trying to put a band-aid on you so you don’t kick the bucket!”
“WHAT? When did you manage to do it?”
“Like, literally just now!” She groaned. “C’mon, let’s go catch breakfast.”
“Catch? Why not eat one of the pumpkins?”
“No. Anything but the pumpkins, trust me.”
Frowning, I followed her through the muddy forest. Suddenly, I noticed that none of the trees were shriveled or burnt from the fire yesterday. Odd.
“Oh, here they are!” The annoying little girl chirped. “I’ll distract them, you go get their eggs!” 
Before us stood four grand, terrifying figures, about the size of a person. Their head was that of a large otter with a beak sharp as a knife. Their eyes were flaming red. Their lower half was that of a falcon or horse, but I couldn’t decide which. A nest full of eggs stood behind them. 
“What are you waiting for? GET THEIR EGGS!!!”
I gulped.
“And move fast, I’m hungry!”
I gathered up all my courage, and sprang in between them. Then I started shoving all the eggs I could carry into my shirt. The eggs were surprisingly heavy.
The figures slowly turned around to face me.
“AAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I cried, and ran away, dropping half the eggs on the ground, and the girl did well to follow me. 


“That *pant* That was fun.”  Said the little girl. As much as I wanted to yell at her, I had to admit that seeing the flabbergasted expression on the creatures’ face was totally worth it.
“Yeah, it was.” 
We were now back at the little girl’s house, and she was frying up the eggs on a frying pan. 
“What’s your name, by the way?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know your own name?”
“How could I? I’ve been alone here for as long as I remember.”
Suddenly, a whole bunch of questions sprang into my head.
“How are you speaking? Who raised you? How did you get here? How come you’re still alive? How old are you? How do you know how to cook? WHO EVEN ARE YOU?”
“I dunno.”
“Not even how old you are?” 
“Nope.”
“Who raised you?”
“I did.”
She started walking away. I followed her, and as I did, I noticed the beautiful house looked indistinguishable from a cave on the outside.
“Where are you going?”
“I dunno.”
“So have you been here your whole life?”

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