Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 107

I heard breathing. A man, about the same age as me, lay on the sand breathing heavily. I put my hood on,
covering my face in the shadows of coal. I waited in the shade of the forest until he woke. Out of the blue,
the same beast that attacked me leapt upon him. Without thinking twice, I aimed and shot. The deafening
sound echoed through my eardrums. The beast fell on the ground as million of crimson stars filled the air. I
started to walk away.
“Wait!” He hollered.
My eyes opened wide. His voice is my voice, his looks are my looks, he is me. I walked away. I just time
travele- Then another glimpse of sapphire blue and then black again.
I found myself lying on my comfortable bed in the captain’s room. It was just a dream I thought, relieved.
Suddenly a crew member bumped in and shouted, ”STORM INCOMING!”
“Uh- oh…”