Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 58

Time Travel to the West
Victoria Shanghai Academy, Chan, Alvyn - 7
May was walking on the ground.
M
ay was digging in the ground when her hands stumbled upon a rock. Her eyes were fixed on it,
for it glowed like nothing she had ever seen.
Then suddenly a light flashed. The wind blew hard on her face and she was spinning. She suddenly found
herself in a desert, alone. She had been sent back in time.
May was walking in the sand, when suddenly a chariot came on her path and almost rolled over her. She
lied down on the sand and clung onto the bottom of the chariot for dear life. Suddenly, a door opened and
someone lifted her up to where a monkey, a pig, and a sand buggy were sitting. The “someone” said:
“Would you like to join us?” May said: ”um…. okay.”
The chariot rocked back and forth. May was beginning to feel chariot sick: she started to look green.
The chariot finally stopped for it seemed like a million years. She got off like she was a hundred years old.
She looked around, finding herself in a village she had never seen in her whole life. She didn’t even know
where this country was!
May and the animals, the sand buggy and the man walked through the town. Now, they were in forest.
The forest was damp and dark.
Suddenly when she was walking, she found herself alone in the forest.
She heard a rustling from the bushes. She looked at the bushes. Nothing.
She continued walking. She saw some paw prints on the ground. Nothing.
Then, she saw a gleaming eye. She looked in the bushes. Nothing.
She continued walking. Suddenly she heard a roar and a tiger jumped out. She ran and ran, but the tiger
kept chasing her here and there.
She saw a bush. She jumped in it and felt something, something sharp.
She looked at it. It was a sword.
She looked around. The tiger seemed nowhere near. But little did she know, the tiger was in the bush
behind her.
She ran out of the bush. Suddenly she bumped into the sand buggy and landed in the sand buggy’s seat.
Then she heard the man say: “We are going to find a scroll and translate it. By the way, we are in India in
the year 2AD.”
After walking (or riding in the sand buggy’s seat) for two days, the man suddenly said: “we are here!”
“I found the script!” said the pig. “Let’s see… it says all Buddhists need to be strong and smart and need to
know Indian.”
At this time May finally helped the man translate the scroll from Indian to English.