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|Timber and the Creature (standard:Fan Fiction, 2158 words)|
|Author: Slappy||Added: Dec 18 2008||Views/Reads: 1868/1182||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Timber Alexandria is a boy that had survived a plane crash and is living with a tiger called Tracks. Beside his hut there was a pool and he decided to dive in. Will he or will not get out of it...?|
Young Timber Alexandra lived in a hut beside a large pool where the water is always clean. He was on his way to a holiday in England but his plane went down and crashed. He was the only one that survived and he hoped that help would be on its way. His pet, Tracks was a tiger. He used his skills and soon he made his nickname Tiger boy. Timber was only twelve years old and he had fair brown hair. His fair skin was now sun burnt and now it was a bit brown. Every morning and night Tracks would always be with him. This made him easier to catch food to eat. His life was as smooth as a fruit's bottom. Everyday laughter would be heard from his little hut and the sizzling of food in the evening. A few natives had attacked him, and whenever happens, Tracks would always come and shoo them away. They were the best of friends. The only thing that made him feel mysterious and curious was the clear mirror-like pool. It was dark blue and it should be very deep. Never in his life had he seen a pool as such. He continued days with Tracks, but still the mysterious pool held in his head. What was in the pool? Why was it so clear? Why does it sparkle and shine so much? Lots of questions kept on buzzing in his head. One day, after so many questions in his head, he decided to dive down into the pool. He petted Tracks before he explored the pool. “Wish me luck, Tracks,” said Timber to his tiger, hugging him. From the day he met Tracks, he was fearless. Tracks gave him a bit wet lick on his cheek in reply and began to swing its tail patiently. Its green fiery eyes looked at him, like the pair meant something. It meant good luck. Timber jumped into the pool, splashing water on Tracks. He gave a loud meow. He looked around for his master, but he was gone, in the pool. In the pool, deep below the surface, the walls of soil were now clear walls, like glass. They have curved spots where he saw a few ornaments, planted in different spots on the walls. As he dived deeper, the ornaments intensified. The walls sparkled and shone. Suddenly he stopped. He can't stay long anymore. He struggled in the deep pool, and swam to the surface as fast as he could. He felt his lungs shrinking. His muscles were tearing. He had no more energy. His throat tightened. The more he struggled the more he couldn't move. He wished that he was back at home safely in Australia. Timber stopped struggling, closed his eyes and waited. At the surface of the pool, Tracks was waiting. Tracks was circling the pool, its tail swinging behind it impatiently. It put its paws into the water, thrashing its paws keenly. He couldn't wait anymore! He gave a low growl, waiting for his master to appear. But he wasn't there. Tracks started to hop and circle the pool with irritation. All of a sudden- -There was a huge splash and Timber was flung out of pool. He landed loudly on the muddy ground and Tracks padded towards him, licking his face. “Arrrrrghh...,” moaned Timber. He sat up and squeezed great showers of liquid from his clothes. His tiger pawed around with delight, happy to see his master sitting before him. “I thought I was dead!” he demanded loudly, rising up. Tracks stopped whatever he was doing and sat down silently on the black, dead grass. He looked down on his paws. Timber went to the edge of the pool. “What the heck is there?” he questioned himself, peering hard in the pool and making sure he doesn't topple in. “What threw me up here?” he questioned himself softly in his mind. “What was that?” Timber had tried a few times diving into the mystifying pool. He got flung out a few times but he never understood them. If only he had a chance to just see what flung him out and who the ornaments belonged to... He decided to make one last try. On the day, he hugged Tracks tightly and then he gave him a big, wet lick in reply. He meowed and made sad noises. “It's OK,” cooed Timber, petting Tracks, “I'll promise that I'll come back, OK?” Timber smiled and petted Tracks. Tracks gave one last lick on his cheek and then, Timber dipped into the pool and disappeared. He went deep below the mirror-like surface of the pool and looked around. He was used to this place already, but all he wanted to see is what that flung him out of the pool. Timber dived deeper into the blue pool. Never had he seen a pool as deep as this one. Maybe it wasn't even a pool. Maybe it was a small surface on the top, but below is a wide opened space of water and corals and sea creatures... Maybe. Trying his best to dive deeper, he spotted a black spot that seemed to increase in size as he got deeper and closer to it. Still, he felt his lungs shrinking but he tried to get closer. He should see what it was! When he got there, he was near to dying. But as he took a closer look, it was a door made of moss, algae and corals. There was a gold knob at the right side of the door. Timber turned the knob and swam in. He was Click here to read the rest of this story (100 more lines)
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