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Zigyasa

The human figure was none other than his best friend Joe who went missing 2 years ago. While Jack was trapped in quicksand struggling for his life, Joe stood there like a statue incompetent of any human emotions.
Jack cried for help and tried reminding Joe of all the great times they'd had together. Jack saw his best friend disappearing in a sandstorm as soon as he showed any emotions. Before disappearing, Joe said, "Thoughts are mirrored in your eyes. Keep them beautiful."
Confused and panicked, Jack closed his eyes and started imagining.

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vietnguyenx99

The figure was nothing more than a scarecrow, a sand-caked mannequin strung up on a wooden pole. Near the base of the pole, a beartrap lost the cover of sand, bearing its fang to those who had rushed towards the figure. Jack could feel his legs trembling - it would have been his last step. His eyes darted around, looking for any danger hidden under the sands, before slowly finding his footing backwards. Finally far enough, his breath steadied again... until his head felt the full force of a lump of sand thrown at it.

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Anonymous

When he opened his eyes. He was no longer in his homeland. He had been carried by his captors to their country, Where the sky looked more farther and the sun looked more bigger. Where the trees were about 25 feet in length covered with long branches and narrow needle like leaves. He looked in awe at his surroundings with a deep pang in his heart at the thought of his beloved Amira, who was not present with him. May be the men of this land will be more kinder than the ones he had always known. Who knew what the goddess had planned for him.

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Anonymous

Jack turned and ran in the opposite direction with all his might. He couldn't even muster the courage to look back. Something was off. He knew it from the very beginning. Jack gasped for breath but kept running. The towering figure was now out of his sight. Jack finally heaved a sigh of relief. His heart was about to burst. He just couldn't take it anymore. Jack hunched his shoulders and dropped dead to the ground.

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Anonymous

The figure was a corpse. Jack heard the buzzing of flies. The body was lashed to a post and a sign around its neck said in red block letters: GO BACK. Its clothes were in tatters but they appeared to have been some sort of uniform. A person, not an “it,” Jack quickly reminded himself, even as he backed away in panic.
The buzzing was louder. Jack saw the figure was gripping something. A gold chain with a huge ruby. Maybe the biggest on earth it occurred to him.
The buzzing was now deafening. It was not flies, he realized. He turned around.

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Anonymous

Jack thus begins to remember important details of his life. He wasn’t supposed to be on the island, but he should have gone on a trip apparently given to him by his cousin. Jack wasn't very sure about going, but he decided to go because it was a bad time for him and he trusted his cousin. On the plane, however, he was alone.

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Anonymous

As he walked on the beach, Jack kept thinking, but now he was starting to resign himself. The island ultimately had everything it needed to survive for decades. Jack kept thinking about how he would most likely never come home again, and that the island would now be his home. Suddenly, however, Jack now remembers a disturbing detail: The pilot of the plane was Joe.

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Anonymous

Jack shot up in his bed. He was panting hard, his breath coming out in gasps. Sweat was beaded on his forehead, his sheets were soaked through and twisted around his legs. In a single movement, he swung out of his bed - barely missing stepping on the cat - and went straight into the kitchen. Turning on the faucet he lowered his feverish mouth to the cool water and gulped down mouthfuls till he had to finally come up for air. It was the same dream again. Meow! He looked down and saw Sushi rubbing her soft, furry, calico face against his calf.

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Anonymous

But it was too late. The man-like figure opens into a black void and Jack is sucked in with a force that was too great to resist. Soon Jack finds himself enveloped in the dark silence, unable to find a way out. Panicking, he thrusts his arms out looking for a wall, a crack, a crevice. Anything that would offer him a clue on how to free himself. But his arms meet nothing but emptiness, and after hours of groping the air Jack stills, defeated. He curls up and begins to wait. He's not entirely sure for what.

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