Well, it appears as if SCRAWL doesnt want me to join their elites only site. So, i joined writingforums.com which doesnt have as much of a screening process (oh, im sorry, i thought this was America). On there i found a writing challenge called “Write this scene!” where you are presented with a picture 
and are asked to write something using that scene. Here is my post:
He sat in the sand looking at the waves crashing in and remembered the past 48 hours. He can still hear Bianca screaming and feel her hand gripping his as the plane fell like a shot bird into the sea. He remembered washing up on the beach and coughing out lung-fulls of water. He looks down to his chest and sees deep scratches from the coconut tree he climbed yesterday, scratches that will definitely leave scars if he doesn’t get off this shit-hole island in the next few days.
Standing now, looking behind him at the tiny forest farther into the island he can see his shadow stretched out over the sand. Is that really my shadow, am I really here? he thinks to himself. Like fucking Robinson Caruso, or Tom fucking Hanks…. Shit!
He shakes his head clearing his thoughts and moves off the beach to the tiny half assed lean-to he built near the edge of the forest on the southernmost beach side.
I’ve never been this fucking thirsty… I can’t wait until I hear search helicopters, or see a ship, or… something. They wouldn’t leave me here like this, they can find a plane as soon as it crashes. Fucking Christ, it’s the 21st century, hell… if my laptop wasn’t 2000 feet underwater, I might even have a decent wi-fi signal. Smiling and laughing to himself he relaxes on the sand floor of his lean-to and drifts into a light sleep. His dreams sometimes going back to the loss of his daughter and to the terrible situation that he is in.
***
He awakes suddenly and realizes he cant see anything, it’s the middle of the night and his fire had gone out. Adjusting to the darkness his eyes started to focus in on things and he saw his pile of tinder and lit it quickly with the black Bic lighter he had in his pocket. Setting it down and putting a few dry sticks on top, he stands and stretches and looks around. Then he hears it again. Well, not so much hears it as he feels it in his chest. An enormous clanging noise like a massive bell, the vibrations made his feet feel numb and he stumbled away, trying as hard as he could not to fall face first into the fire.
Things were moving all around him now, what seemed like tiny men with tiki masks on flickered around in his peripheral vision, but he could not focus on anything. As soon as the vibrations stopped he turned south and ran toward the beach, to the same place he beached himself. In the distance, glowing in the half moons light was Bianca.
My little girl! The thought rang through his mind like the noise from moments before. He
screams her name, and runs as fast as he can towards her. But something is different, shes so pale, and… is that a starfish stuck on her neck? He stops running realising something is very, very wrong. Half of her left cheek was missing, her tiny teeth exposed all the way back to her jawbone. Tiny teeth gritting and chattering as she shivers.
Suddenly, a pillar of light flickers on from the middle of the island. Expanding upwards to the clouds, giving them a surreal red glow so bright it seemed as if the moon disappeared. In this new light he can see 30 or 40 bodies crawling out of the calm sea. The one closest to him (other than Bianca, who was staggering towards him on broken legs) he recognized as the stewardess from the plane… and he begins to run. He ran almost three quarters of the way around the island and halted, breathing heavily he finished counting 100 bodies crawling up from the waves. Looking behind him he realized that almost all of them were
following him with their strange stumbling gate. He realised he has no where to run, this island is so small. He collapsed into the sand and shut his eyes.
*I edited a few lines here in performancing before I posted, but I still consider this a rough draft. This is my first “flash writing” project that I’ve ever done that wasn’t for school, finished 10 minutes before class. I actually enjoyed doing this, and I’m tired from all the brain exercise, its gotten VERY out of shape!
**i cant get the formatting right for the story, i apologize for any headaches resulting from bad formatting
