This is a submit your own character story. I have a few I've created ready and feel free to send in your own with details like name, appearance, personality, good and bad qualities and age (must be 16-18 yrs).

The sea lapped gently against the shore and the wind glided slowly between the trees which swayed gently. The island was silent apart from the sound of the waves. The island had been deserted ever since the group of boys had been rescued and there it silently waited for its next victims who this time would not escape alive. Not while the beast lingered. It waited for years and the island grew quieter and darker.

The boy sprinted through the jungle, creepers lashing against his face, branches grabbing at his legs. They mustn't catch him, they mustn't. He ran and ran, the jungle going on forever and he heard the crackle of flames behind him and smoke filled the air blocking his vision. He was going to die.

"Ralph, Ralph!" The boy jerked awake and found himself sitting in the cockpit of the plane.

"Come on son no sleeping, you're meant to be my co-pilot! One day I'll doze off myself then we really will be in trouble!" Ralph's father told him. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up straighter in his seat. They were flying to Indonesia to take a group of teenagers for an expedition and Ralph could hear them talking loudly in the passenger area of the plane. They were clearly in a much better mood than he was. He'd had a fear of flying ever since his experience as a child when they'd crashed onto an island. He was 19 now and was putting on a brave face for his father but after experiencing something like that he knew he'd never quite be the same again. He shook his head to rid of the images of flames and dying children which filled his mind.

Several hours passed and Ralph was on the verge of dozing off again but was determined not to, partially for his father's sake but mostly due to the nightmares he'd been having. His eyes were drooping when there was a flash of light in front of them, blinding them for a moment and the plane shook. There were a few fake screams and laughs from their passengers who were too old to be scared of a storm however Ralph was shaking, his eyes wide. Not again God please no He thought with his eyes clamped shut.

"I'll just lower the plane a bit and we'll be out of the storm clouds" His dad reassured him but there was another flash and the plane jolted violently and this time the screams from behind were real. Dark clouds consumed the plane and nothing could be seen apart from the flashes of white light which were becoming more frequent and there was another jolt and the plane begun to fall.

"We're over water, get the emergency rafts ready and get everyone out, I'll meet you down there" His father yelled, frantically pushing buttons. Ralph ran out of the cockpit and found the girls and boys all clinging onto each other, some crying, some screaming and some praying. He instructed them to put on their life jackets and opened the door and the first raft inflated.

"Get in the rafts!" He shouted over the screaming and the teenagers ran to the door and climbed in. He prepared more and gradually emptied the shaking plane until only he and a terrified looking girl remained.

"We've got to get out!" He shouted grabbing her hand and pulling her to the emergency exit but there was another jolt and the raft was lost. "We're going to jump OK" He shouted over the sound of the failing engines.

"WHAT!? NO! I CAN'T!" She cried

"Sorry I wasn't giving you a choice!" He yelled and with that he wrapped his right arm round her and jumped into the water.