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Anonymous

As much as he tried to remember who or what got him onto the beach in the first place, the more he seemed to forget. Shifting his focus to the gut-twisting hunger for food and water. He was as hungry to eat a horse but his stride was that of a turtle. Inching slowly towards that man-like figure. The person was as still as the sand on the beach and didn't move for the entire time that Jack took to reach near him. Taking the final step toward him, Jack was shocked as he was struck with the realisation that it was a trap. Alarmed and panicking.

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Anonymous

He run for a long time and saw a group of people dressed strangely around a hole. There was a strange scream coming from that hole. Everyone's face was indifferent as if they were used to this. Jake panicked when he noticed the trees moving around, they crawled around the rocks, on the ground, crawled up the tree trunks.

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Anonymous

The man, Steven, as he said held out a hand for Jack to hold. He took it cautiously and stood. Something in the back of his mind nagged, waiting to be remembered. He pulled on that sensation but found nothing but confusion. "Come," said Steven, "First let us get you fed and clothed in... proper clothes" , he looked disdainfully at the completely comfortable clothes Jack was wearing.

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d.ch

maybe because of the sun drying for as long as infinite or it was some kind of mixed feeling of fear, unknown and loneliness, the object jack thought was a human form drew up as small tree as he approached. at a glance it was the very normal tree but the fruit on it...jack had never seen it before...or maybe he had...the strange feeling filled up his body from feet to ears.... the terrifying feeling that was buried deep down in his conscious....that was the moment he felt he can't breath...he run unaddressed until he felt down unconsciously..

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Anonymous

Jack started moving towards the figure he saw in the distance. He was tired, thirsty and hungry but more than that he was hopeful. He moved with purpose towards the figure with a hope in his heart to find out how he landed up on this deserted beach. With each step his confidence and hope increasing so much so that the silhouette in the distance started to take a familiar shape. “Could it be”, Jack thought to himself, “Could it really be? No, Surely not” he exclaimed with joy as he moved closer. “Jill, is that you?” Jack cried.

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Anonymous

While Jack couldn’t get his head around of what was happening, he almost read the expression of Steven saying - I know it all and was hoping he will be told. But that moment, what was more important than information was action. Jack had to run. Run in the direction of the waters, that enables him to walk on water and also learn the ancient art of kendo, that believes, just like land, water & air are surfaces and we all have the power to use them as such. Steven pauses & tells him: “You are the chosen one. It’s time to choose that one someone!”

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Anonymous

Trees moving, rocks shaking, leaves flying, winds blowing, the noise of tremors was felt everywhere. Tighter they held the trees, more they moved. Holding on to tree trunks became scarier than letting them go. Now drenched in sweat, Jake tries to hold on to a tree with one hand, sits on the ground near the hole and cries his heart out, "I'm lost, I want to go home, I'm ready to walk 2 miles and want them to walk 2 miles too, I just want to go home." And then, the chaos inside and outside calms.

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Anonymous

The figure drew close and became a tall stocky man in flowing robes. Jack felt the ground shift under him. He knew this man. The sad pony tail dangling from the balding head. The beady eyes. Most of all, the bulging gut.
“Namaste Jack,” said the man while bowing his head. “My name is Steven Seagal, and I am here to train you in the ancient art of kendo.”
“What,” said Jack, “in the actual hell.”

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