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Time Travel/Climate change

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The Fish Bone Warning

Charlotte Boevink

Year 9 term 4 speculative fiction assignment

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The branches crush as my feet tread on the path, the steep slippery trail continues so far in the distance that the end of the path is just a blur. I can hear birds call as the trees start to form a tunnel becoming darker and darker as the path continues. We are all tramping through the thick rainforest carrying our packs, hoping we make camp before nightfall. It is getting hard and harder to climb over the giant rock scattered through the creek bed. Step by step it feels like the campsite is getting close and finally got to the end of the path. As the sun starts to go down and the breeze cools as I rush to get my tent set up, the night falls.

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Its colder out here, the sun doesn’t reach the ground because of the shade the trees. The night is pitch black and the bird calls change with the darkness. Everyone gets ready for bed and the torches get turned off tent by tent. I get the strange feeling of someone watching, but I am so exhausted from the trek in that my eyes start to feel heavy. Even my sleeping bag starts to feel comfortable on the three-centimetre-thick mattress. My eyes start to feel heavy, and I struggle to keep them open even though I still have this feeling someone is watching.

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Eastern Whipbird call  (Psophodes olivaceus) HD Video clip 1/2 Tim Siggs ABVC

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I woke up to the scorching sun burning into my tent as if was the middle of the day. Where was the shade from the overgrown trees? As I open the zip to my tent and step outside, I cannot work out were I am. This place is empty, deserted, dry and looks like it has been abandoned for years. Where am I? Where are my classmates? I take a few steps trying to work out what has happened! I look back at my tent and see its colour has already faded by the sun. Standing here I can feel the sun burning into my skin, it so hot, I am so alone, its so silent.

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More and more questions start to come into my head, then suddenly in the distance I recognize the rocks, those giant rocks you had to climb over on the hike to get here! I haven’t moved, I’m still at the camp. More and more things start to look familiar; the creek bed still exists but there is no water in it. The old swing set has changed colour from bright orange to the colour of rust stains, and the path still exists but is just a clearing through dead trees that look more like sticks. Its like the earths been cooked, why am I here?

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I have never felt more alone and confused; I am wondering is everywhere like this? I am hoping somewhere I will find my friends. This place feels like a death trap staying, I am going to try and get back to town to see if there is any form of human life still live here.

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As I finally get back to the path the gravel on the road heats up as the day goes on, I make it back to town. The town looks so familiar but so different. The shops have faded, and the paint has curled because of the heat change. Not a tree in sight and the creek has no water, this was supposed to be the life blood of our town. As I walk down to the dry creek bed only to see skeletons of fish lying in the sand. I just felt I needed to pick one up and I grabbed it the sharp spike pierced my finger and it started to bleed.

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I started to feel overwhelmed, what in hell was happening! My gut started to churn, and I felt like a needed to vomit. I panicked and started running, it was so hard running in the dry sand as I feel my feet couldn’t move. The faster I tried to run the more I stumbled. Until finally I fell on the hot sand, not being able to move from exhaustion. I thought I had died and was about to cook in the scorching sun.

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The next thing I knew I felt the cool breeze on my face and as I slowly opened my eyes to see the walls of my tent. What had happened? Just as I thought this was all a dream, I felt my finger starting to throb and as I lifted my hand to see what was wrong, I saw the blood still dripping out of my finger from the cut of the sharp fish bone. I could feel the sand grit in my clothes and sleeping bag, but how could this be a dream? Everything was so vivid what did I see? Where did I go? I’m confused what is this trying to tell me… was that our future?