"Some Beach"

A plane crash forces the pilot and flight attendant to explore an uninhabited island...or is it?

“Some Beach”

By Cody Williams

 

            As Julia came to, she reached up and placed her right hand on her forehead where the bump was. She opened her eyes and looked around. Broken champagne and wine bottles along with hundreds of small packs of peanuts surrounded her. Julia moved forward slightly and grabbed her back that was resting on the cart she was pushing around before she blacked out. She could taste the warm blood as it ran from her nose and into her mouth.

            Julia ran her hand through her brown hair and then grabbed a hold of the cart and pulled herself up. She closed her eyes for a moment because the rush to her head made her a bit dizzy. She opened her eyes and looked around again. Something was different. The lights on the plane were off and they weren’t in the air anymore.

            ‘Maybe we landed.’ Julia thought to herself. She walked over to window and glanced out of it. She couldn’t see anything. Nothing but golden brown sand and sunlight.

            ‘We crashed. We must have crashed.’ Julia thought again. She tried to remember, but couldn’t. The last thing she remembered was talking to the snobbish lady wearing a fur at the front of the cab. The lady was blond. She did remember that. She was older too. A fox fur was wrapped around her neck and she had several rings on her fingers and bracelets on her arms.

            “Excuse me miss! What kind of piss water is this? It’s the worst tasting champagne I’ve ever had!” Julia could remember saying this. But the last thing she remembered. She couldn’t really remember how she reacted but was sure she just as polite as the snobbish lady was. That’s when it must have happened. That’s probably when they shot out of the sky like a bullet and crashed onto the island. Was it an island? She assumed it was.

Julia began making her way through the plane. She glanced over to the passengers as she walked by them. She could feel the vomit began to rise at the sight of the carnage. Julia could see the severed head of the snob lady lying on the floor in front of her.

‘The b***h was decapitated! Jesus Crist!’ Julia thought to herself. She turned to her side and bent over an empty seat beside of her and the vomit that was stewing finally found its way out. As it splattered into the seat she closed her eyes and stayed there for a moment. The taste in her mouth and the burn of the stomach acid in the back of the throat were less that flattering. She held the position for a moment more before she could hears something from the distance.

“Hello? Is there anybody else alive?” A man’s voice shouted out. Julia knew who it was. It was Rick the pilot. She stood up straight and avoided eye contact with the head of the snobbish lady and walked through the curtain of first class. Rick was standing there next to the cab in his blue blazer. Julia could see the blood stains on his shirt and ran up to him.

“Rick! Are you hurt? What the hell happened to you?” She asked him.

“It’s Dave’s blood. He’s dead!’ Rick said. Dave was co-pilot.

“Are you okay?” She asked him.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Did find any other survivors on the plane?” He asked her.

“No. I guess you and I are the only two left. What the hell happened? I don’t remember anything.” Julia said. She looked around at the dead bodies that laid in the rows and then back at Rick.

“We flew into a storm. It hit all at once we didn’t even see it coming. Before we knew it we lost control of the plane and spiraled out of the sky.” Rick said to her.

“How long have you been awake?” She asked him.

“About fifteen minutes.” Rick said. He looked over at the door that was opened and motioned to walk out of it. The two of them walked outside and looked around. Steaming sun felt good as it beat against their necks. The ocean glistened as the sun hit against the water.

            “Where are we?” She asked him.

            “I don’t know. An island I guess. Maybe we should have a look around.” Rick suggested. Julia nodded in agreement and then looked over at the woods to the left of them. Rick and Julia walked into the woods and looked around at the tall palm trees and tall grass. Julia could hear the occasional chimp swing from tree to tree but ignored it.

            “What’s that sound?” Rick asked as he stopped. “It sounds like running water!” He said. The two of them ran through some vines to see the most beautiful sight they had ever seen. A waterfall dropped off about sixty feet into a river.

            “Wow!” Julia said with amazement. They stood there for a moment and took it in. Rick looked about 100 feet from his side and saw what looked like a young boy squatting.

            “Hello?” Rick called out. The young boy’s packed up above a patch of tall grass and glared at him. He didn’t move. Rick and Julia began to make their way towards him. He remained still. “Hello? Who are you little man? What’s your name?” Rick called out. The boy didn’t answer.

            “Maybe we shouldn’t go over there!” Julia said as she grabbed Rick’s arm. Rick ignored her and continued to walk towards the boy. When they finally go to him Rick knelt down beside him. The boy acted different. But not scared at all.

            “How did you get on this island?” He asked him. The boy didn’t answer. Julia stopped when she began to hear rustling in the trees and bushes behind him. More people emerged from the bushes. Adults even. But they didn’t come from their plane. Rick could tell that. They nude. Just like the young boy. Rick stood up. “Hello?” Rick shouted out. The people didn’t answer. They formed a circle around him and began to move inward. Rick turned back to face the boy. The boy leaped up and bit his nose. His nose ripped off his face and Rick fell to the ground. He shouted out with pain as the savage boy began to feast on his torso. Julia shouted with terror. The sound of it set off the other beasts as they sunk their teeth into her flesh.

Copyright 2014 by Cody Williams

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Author's Note

Thank for reading! Review and comments are always welcome!

-CW

Reviews

[Jack Wolfe]

Julia could remember (her) saying this.

was sure she (was) just as polite

Was it an island? She assumed it was. (you give her no reason to assume this.)

Dave was (the) co-pilot.

When they finally (go-got) to him (,) Rick knelt down beside him.

They nude (they were nude)

Just like the boy (you didn't mention he was nude)

I've notice you like to leave your stories on cliff-hanger which is good, but you need to work on the build up, give a bit if description, set the tone, allow us to know whats going on in the MC heads, instead of telling us she's scared, show us she's scared. I recently began The Wolfe's Den in the Group area, there, the first lesson gives examples of show don't tell. I hope this helps.

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Jack! It helps a lot!

-CW

[Stephanie M]

I enjoyed your story. That was a good twist at the end. The crash victims though they were safe. I think you should expand on the cannibalistic tribe.

[SmittyJas]

What's for dinner at your place tonight? Have you seen Jeffery D around they buried that man in prison Well it was a great story about a lost air ship on a deserted Island. Then the story fell apart when they started eating the survivors from the plane.

[John Anderson]

This is such a powerful piece with a crystal-clear message and I love it. Masterfully penned

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading John!

-CW

[NoelHC]

Cody, I am certain you type quickly, enter the captcha and hit publish without ever reading what you have written first. I echo what Jack and KL have said in their reviews. You can always save your work, go back a little later and review it, correct your mistakes and then publish it. I find all the mistakes detract from enjoying your stories, and I hope for the day you will surprise me by not having a surprise ending.

[Dayran]

It appears that there are worst things than a plane crash. But its nothing compared to what bad champagne did to that poor woman in first class. No worries about survivor syndrome here. Nice ...

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Dayran!

-CW

[J. K. Beach]

Nice story with a great, but gruesome, twist in the end. Good work!

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading JK!

-CW

[Lyn Anderson]

Hey Cody, nice write. A couple things.
The taste of vomit being less than flattering is not a great way of describing things. (was not helping her rolling stomach? was not aiding in her nausea? added to the stench in the air?)
"The young boy’s packed up above a patch of tall grass and glared at him"
In my opinion, that sentence does not make sense. I am not even a hundred percent sure what you meant to say, so unsure of a suggestion.
They "were" nude
Other than that, just needs a good once over.

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading KL!

-CW

[Sami Khalil]

Scary and terrifying to say the least. A wonderful plot and execution. I like to see more of the rituals of this tribe. Another story perhaps where you tell us more about their wicked ways, like sacrificing children to the Gods and so forth. Excellent...:).............

[Cody Williams]

Interesting. I'll keep that in mind when I revisit this. Thanks for reading Sami!

-CW

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)......................