Third Campaign Challenge

Hey, I just finished the third campaign challenge. I wasn't aware of this campaign challenge until yesterday, so I'm sorry I missed the first two.

I created a fictional piece. It is a 300 word count and I used all three of the made up words. My title is: I'm Not Going to Stay a Castaway

If you liked this I am number (93)

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I'm Not Going to Stay a Castaway

    “Wastopaneer, It’s happening again!” Timmy folded over on his knees in the sand. “Please stop growling” he said smacking his stomach. Visions of scrabbled eggs continued to taunt him. He thought about swimming but wasn’t sure how far the mainland was.
    He yelled at the seagulls, “If I spend another day here I’ll tacise into the sand.” Timmy grabbed seashells to throw at the large hole in the flipped over canoe. Where is the search party? he thought.

    He jumped a hundred times waving and yelling. He tried to build a signal fire and even climbed the tallest palm tree. It was useless. “I’m doomed,” he said as he threw stones into the waves. How many times could I draw my name in the sand or count the sailboats off in the distance before I slowly lose it? were questions that haunted Timmy.

   Waiting for nobody, he plopped down and curled into a ball for warmth. Sleep took over and he dreamed he was feasting on the finest dishes of meats, pastas and desserts. But not long enough. They all turned into garbage. A landfill of rotting garbage.

   The smell from his dream stung at his face and woke him up. He rubbed at his nose. Somehow Timmy synbatecly brought outside smells into his dreams, which only a few people in this world can do. There behind him was the culprit. A decaying horseshoe crab turned upside down. Timmy went to kick it away when a large seagull screeched in his ear and landed on top of it. It picked at its insides. Though repulsive to watch, it gave him incentive to get off the island before he was picked at by the same flying scavenger.

   “Goodbye beach,” were Timmy’s last words before he set out swimming back towards civilization.