Prompt Two
6 March 1951 (1300) - Arlo Sherman
As with all of the previous journal entries, one would have read that this party has been only three for the past 34 hours. The other larger group split off to find the bird of plenty, known in these parts for an obnoxious mating call and its turquoise-coloured plumage. While the three in this party are looking to find one of the hidden villages of the Jamai people. The natives to this rainforests, so elusive that only three separate sightings and one photograph have been made.
Arlo Sherman, the man writing this entry this afternoon, logs this morning’s happenings. After packing up and setting off at 0700 from this morning’s campsite, the trio had not made it 800 metres before finding quicksand. It was the adorable Inge Bernhardt, who stepped into in, sinking down to her waist in mere seconds. If it weren’t for her stabbing her knife into the ground for steadiness and the hand of one, Arlo Sherman, to pull her out, she may have been under the Earth a minute later.
Nearly 2km later, the party are now very watchful of the ground, as a lunch of unrecognisable bugs and flora are served up by the native guide. A rather eventful entry.
Thanks @BlueInferno for the name suggestions and anonymous for the genre.
Feel free for anyone to continue from here, either by creating another journal for him or someone else, a narrative piece, flash forward or back, or any other way you picture the story!
Okay, taking those who like the OP and the first prompt’s posts.
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