South Beach – Paradise.


A 747 Boeing jumbo has crashed off a small deserted island, somewhere between Australia and Asia.  Survivors are spread across the island terrain and the search for others begins.


Scene setting : South Beach.

Co-written with Chris and Para.

Chris:  Isabell was just coming to, her left cheek was pressed against the sand and her hair was more than a mess. No doubt, she probably just looked like a corpse from far away to anyone who was out there. Slowly though, she began to lift her head and glanced around, squinting as she did so. She did hear faint voices, but they were blurred by her panicked thoughts. Mom, where are you? Mom! She had the intentions to scream, but nothing came out, she just forced herself to get up, stumbling all the while.

Razorbackwriter:  The crashing of the waves against the sandy shore was the first sounds to filter through Doug’s mind. His body rolled helplessly through the water till finally coming to rest on the shore line – the water receding away from his blooded and saturated body. At first he lay still, then a sudden gasp came from his mouth as water tore up and out from his lungs. The vile taste of salt stinging his throat and tongue. Rolling slowly, Doug moved slightly, but a sharp pain triggered yet another cry from the young Australian. His eyes opened to what was the blinding light of the sun and he reached up to shield his eyes from the brightness. “Where am I?’ his voice hoarse and croaky. Another loud cough and he brought up the rest of the sea water from his lungs. The spot where he lay was now stained with his blood, but as another wave rolled up the beach, it would be washed back, spreading the discoloration further.

Squinting, Douglas tried to push himself up to sitting. He was completely disoriented, and confused. Last thing he remembers was texting his girl who was waiting for him back home.

..I have something to tell you, but I want to see the look on your face… Those were the last words she wrote. The stark realization hit him. Douglas had been on a plane. Breathing rapidly, he started to panic as he came to the conclusion that he had somehow managed to survive a plane crash. Was he the only survivor? Scanning the area around him, was washed up pieces of luggage and small parts from the inside of the plane. A doll was floating in the water. ~Oh God.~

Slowly, Douglas pushed himself to his feet unsteadily. He couldn’t be the only one.



Para: Cris walked around the beach it felt like he was had been walking for years but it had only really been 15 minutes. ”Where is she” he mumbled to himself. His main priority was finding his younger sister he would do anything possible to find her. Seeing other people he didnt even bother to stop since he didnt have a reason to. ”I have to find her” he said before he walked over to the beach water to drink some. Even if it wasn’t good to drink the ocean water he needed something to keep his mouth hydrated.


Chris:  Isabell was finally standing upright, no longer stumbling around as she glanced around the beach, trying to find a figure that would resemble her mother. She was breathing heavily, panicking. She let herself fall back down to the sand, raising her knees to rest her elbows on. Stifling a sob, she put her face in her hands, letting her dark brown hair fall around her as she cried. She didn’t know what to do and she didn’t have hope.


Razorbackwriter:  It wasn’t long before other survivors were either wandering aimlessly up and down the beach or just huddling on the sand bawling their eyes out. So there were other survivors. That was a blessing. At least Douglas wasn’t all alone. Finding his balance, the first thing he wanted to do was check on the others. One guy walked straight passed him, muttering about how he had to find her? Had he lost his companion, his loved one? Douglas’s face creased in concern and tried to catch up to the guy to help him look. Jogging up towards him, he saw the guy actually walk into the sea to get a drink?

“Dude! That sea water is bad for you. I know, I just coughed up a lungful.”

Placing his hand up to his brow, to act like a shade shield from the sun; Douglas then pointed out the girl up the beach further that was crying on the sand. Douglas instantly put two and two together. “Hey, is that the girl you’re looking for?”Douglas was hopeful that she might be the one and the same.



Para:  Before he even drank it Cris spit it out of his mouth when he heard the male. Looking up at him he smiled lightly ”Yeah Thanks. Sorry that you coughed up water I know that was horrible” he said as he ran his hand through his hair standing up against the shore. ”I hate that we cant drink sea water , I dont want to die from dehydration” he said as he folded his arms then looked at the male who was standing there. Looking in the direction he pointed he was hoping it was his sister but it wasnt. ”No” he said in a low tone as he sighed although she did kind resemble his sister because of the dark hair color. ”Maybe we should go help her though , it seems as if she does need some” Cristopher said before he dusted off his pants and headed over in the females direction. ”Im Cristopher by the way.”


Razorbackwriter:  Horrible was a pretty good word to describe what it was like to cough up a lung full of sea water, although Doug could probably come up with a few more, since he still had a sore throat. Douglas immediately acknowledged the guy with a half smile, though in the back of his mind he was still wanting to know what happened. Truth was he couldn’t remember. As he patted down his sodden clothing for his phone; which sadly he couldn’t find, Cris was dissapointed that there was nothing to drink. The coast line looked like there wasn’t any evidence of civilization aside from the wreckage from the plane. If the island was uninhabited, then they would need to start thinking quick on finding fresh water, and a source of food.

“Drinking the sea water just makes your body crave more water, since your kidneys can’t cope with that amount of salt. You end up getting dehydrated a lot faster.” Here was his boy scout training days coming back to his mind. Having lived near the coast of Australia for much of his life, he was very familiar with the ocean, and just how deadly it can be.

The girl that Douglas had pointed out to Cris, sadly was not the one he was looking for. But still, she looked like she could use some help. “Sure thing, mate. Oh and the name’s Doug…” He offered his hand to shake, before setting off with Cris to check on the girl.

It wasn’t far to walk and they were soon upon her. “G’day.” A typical Aussie greeting said with a light smile. “Looks like we are all in the same boat. Just washed up myself.” He crouched down and looked at the girl a bit closer. “Are you hurt?”



Chris:  Isabell was slightly startled at the sound of a man’s voice, with a gasp, she’d looked up at him. “I need to find my mother.” She managed, tears still making their way freshly down her face. She glanced up and saw the other man, he one with the blond hair and glanced back at the man crouched before her. She was just scared. She didn’t know if she was hurt because she didn’t really care if she was.


Para:  Cris looked at Doug and nodded ”Its nice to meet you , well under the circumstances” he said the last part under his breath. The crash was a mystery how did they crash ? Was the pilot still alive ? Did everyone make it out ? Cristopher had so many unanswered questions to ask which will probably never be answered since no one knows that. Sighing all he wanted to do was find his little sister then he could go around helping people. Walking up to the girl he stood up in front of her and let Doug do all the talking unless he felt the need to ask questions. ”What does your mother look like ” he asked her since it was a relevant question when finding someone. Watching as the tears flowed he didnt have anything to stop them so he just stood by and looked out at the ocean. He hated to see girls cry he just didnt think that they should ever feel pain and when they cried it meant that they did most of the time.


Chris:  Isabell looked up at the man who had asked about what her mother looked like and frowned slightly to see that he wasn’t even looking at her. She knew she probably looked pathetic, covered in tears and sand, but it did bother her slightly. Again, she looked at the kneeling man and then she began to glance around again. “She looks kinda like me,” she stopped and sniffled before continuing, “but her hair is short and lighter and she’s tanner than I am. .” She frowned, knowing that her description probably didn’t help at all. If she were to be completely honest, she seriously doubted her mother was still alive, but she still hoped more than anything that she would see her wondering along the shore trying to find her daughter.

Razorbackwriter:  Hearing Cris ask the obvious question about what this girl’s mother looked like, he turned his head back to the girl and waited for an answer. Short hair, looked a bit like herself. Tanned. It wasn’t much of a description but it was better than nothing at all. The big question however was, did she survive the crash? With Cris already searching for his little sister, and now they had this poor girl who was doing the same thing. Doug offered his hand to the girl to assist her to get to her feet. She didn’t know him from before now, and he hoped that she would accept his offer to help her. “Cris here is looking for his sister.” Douglas said, with a slight nod. “If there are more survivors, than the best thing to do is keep looking up the beach, or further in. People could have washed up anywhere. Or even come down in the trees over there.” At this, he pointed towards what was the inland, which was surrounded by large palms and coconut trees, along with brush.

“Maybe we should stick together. Look as a group. You know?” He knew Cris would want to find his sister right away, but Douglas wanted to ensure that all three of them kept together. Safety in numbers.