IT was pitch darkness. I tried to keep myself running in a straight line. The ground was soggy and mud sucked at my slippers. Not less than twice, my feet left the grass without my slippers, and I had to backtrack to reclaim them from flooded earth. As I was pulling out my slipper from the ground, the wind shrieked suddenly and blew an almighty gust. It was so strong that I fell off to my side. Blurred, I groped around and got up, grasping a young palm tree and readjusting my lenses, half stained in brown goo. Then, again and again the wind blew, each time harder than last, threatening to blow me off my feet. Petrified, I stiffened and clutched at the swaying tree for my dear life. The tree gave a sudden jerk with a cracking sound, my heart leapt into my throat as its roots pulled up murky pieces of the earth. With a sucking sound, my life buoy was uprooted and caught in a current of the wind. Due to its fan-like leaves, it rose and flew like a dandelion carried by the breeze. I had not dared to let my grip on the tree go, and before I knew it I was flying in the air, embracing a giant fan with my feet a metre off the ground.

“HELP ME!” I screamed, as I was carried off into the darkness.

please do not copy ^^