Creative Writing: Gununa Kawi Temple
Gununa Kawi Temple. Well, it used to be called that. Now it’s known as Gununa Kawi base camp. The world has fallen and these people still insist on doing their monkey chant, sorry “Kecak Dance”, every day without fail. They’re doing it right now. I can hear the faint “cak” sounds from the far end of the camp. They don’t want to get involved. Around me, people duck behind the fallen ruins of the temple, wielding guns in the dark. I’m pretty sure if the monkey dancers in the sky looked down now, they wouldn’t like what they saw.
Vines crawl over the weak stone and ash that has crumbled and decayed. The smell of limestone dust and the moisture that hung on the air near the fountains is gone, replaced with gun powder and the distant roar of exploding …show more content…
It’s been years.” I try to hide my reddening cheeks.
“It hasn’t been that long.”
“Yeah, I know, but * ***
We’re almost to the base camp when metal rains down on us from above. Bullets fly and we scramble for cover behind fallen tree trunks and withering vines.
“We must get back to the base camp!” I yell over the noise “its not far!”
I take a breath and start looking around for an exit, I catch my breath as my eyes rest on Nate. He is wounded, just under his rib on the left side. His hands stained with blood
I scramble over to him, the sound of gun fire has been drowned out and replaced with my quicken pulse.
“Nate?” I manage to choke out, between dry tears his breathing is shallow and inconstant. He must of lost lots of blood. I touch his wrist to get his pulse. Nate’s eye lids fly open, his big blue-grey eyes resting on my face.
“E…Elena?” he croaks
“I’m going to need help taking you back to camp” i say with a half-heart laugh
“Elena” he takes my hand in his “I don’t think I’m going to make it” he lifts the hand on top of his wound. Scarlet pools around it, further staining his shirt. The hand is back on top of the wound again. Tears are fighting their way up to the surface. “You need to leave me
Vines crawl over the weak stone and ash that has crumbled and decayed. The smell of limestone dust and the moisture that hung on the air near the fountains is gone, replaced with gun powder and the distant roar of exploding …show more content…
It’s been years.” I try to hide my reddening cheeks.
“It hasn’t been that long.”
“Yeah, I know, but * ***
We’re almost to the base camp when metal rains down on us from above. Bullets fly and we scramble for cover behind fallen tree trunks and withering vines.
“We must get back to the base camp!” I yell over the noise “its not far!”
I take a breath and start looking around for an exit, I catch my breath as my eyes rest on Nate. He is wounded, just under his rib on the left side. His hands stained with blood
I scramble over to him, the sound of gun fire has been drowned out and replaced with my quicken pulse.
“Nate?” I manage to choke out, between dry tears his breathing is shallow and inconstant. He must of lost lots of blood. I touch his wrist to get his pulse. Nate’s eye lids fly open, his big blue-grey eyes resting on my face.
“E…Elena?” he croaks
“I’m going to need help taking you back to camp” i say with a half-heart laugh
“Elena” he takes my hand in his “I don’t think I’m going to make it” he lifts the hand on top of his wound. Scarlet pools around it, further staining his shirt. The hand is back on top of the wound again. Tears are fighting their way up to the surface. “You need to leave me