I tyring adventure

• Naveen Dias-wanigasekera, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2006

Indiana Jones intrepidly struggled through the thick scrub of a dense Indian jungle, long trailing vines clinging onto his unwary feet. He scanned the area carefully and spotted a colossal, crumbling temple. As Indiana dashed towards the temple, he caught a glimpse of a moving shadow. He ignored it and crept inside the old building, keeping as quiet as a mouse.

Indiana jumped at the sight. There was a young woman that looked as if she was going to die in the dark damp place. He snatched the woman and stampeded back outside. She had long, brown, silky hair, smooth clear skin, emerald green eyes and she was wearing a grass green top and pants. Indiana wondered how she had got there.

Indiana had been ambling along in the jungle for a while and was pretty exhausted. Suddenly, 500 furious warriors charged at him. With his last ounce of strength, Indiana lashed out with his thick, tattered, bloodstained whip and slaughtered every single one of them, which surprised no one. He ran like a raging bull to his bright red Ferrari and escaped triumphantly with the woman.


THE END