Shark Story

Hi guys!

Finally got around to writing that diary entry. I'm writing from the perspective of a great white shark, and there are two entries. Sorry if I make any scientific mistakes, cos I don't know a lot about the creatures I'm writing about>.< I wrote it while I was out on a chess competition haha:P Anyway yeah, hope you guys enjoy it!

Diary of A Great White Shark Pt 1

Dear Diary,

We great white sharks are the kings of the ocean. With the whales and the dolphins, we rule the deeps. Top of the food chain, second to none. It's a reputation all sharks glory in. Wherever we go, anything that swims gets out of the way. Except the remora fish, but those are useful. And jellyfish, because they know we don't eat them. Annoying little creatures. But aside from these we pretty much dominate the seas.

Until now.

Something strange has appeared in our ocean. Something we've never seen before, something almost not..not of the sea. It's larger than the sharks by far, and faster than the dolphins. We've heard stories about it too, stories of huge, drifting nets that swallow more fish that a pod of whales. Sometimes these nets trap dolphins, and they die too. But now they say this creature has brought friends. Deadly friends. And in great number too.

These friends are supposedly even more dangerous than the ones that brought them. Yesterday, on one of my hunts, I heard a pod of humpback singing for grief. I paused to listen, and I heard them singing for a dead leader, who died unnaturally and horribly, speared to death with a merciless rain of sharp, curved weapons from above. They sang with deep mourning. But they also sang of terror, of uncertainty. They sang of a new predator that had invaded our waters, more powerful than any of us. And they sang out their fear to the skies.

Fear is not something I am accustomed to hearing from the mighty humpbacks. It is not something I am accustomed to feeling, myself. None of us. But if these creatures are killing the dolphins, and hunting the whales, is it not likely that the sharks will be next?

Diary of A Great White Shark Pt 2

Dear Diary,

It has happened. The doom of the sharks is upon us.

Today, I was swimming in the open, something I had tried not to do since the stories of this new creature. But the hunger and the smell of blood overwhelmed me. The smell of blood was so strong, and the desire, the sheer desire... I found myself chasing the promise of prey before I even knew what I was doing. There was a source of blood, very near, and blood meant prey. So I followed the scent right out into the open. The bloodlust was growing, and I powered out in a frenzy. Prey. Blood. Prey! KILL!

And then I saw it. A huge, looming, dark shape above the waters. It was a hulking, rugged monster, the size of a whale! And the waters beneath it were crimson with blood. For a moment I was paralysed, caught between fear and bloodlust as the scene burned into my mind. The broken bodies of my own kind drifted downwards, billowing blood everywhere. One thing was common among all the corpses-they had no fins.

What horror was this?! was my last thought.

That was when the craving for prey took over, shutting down my brain and driving my body into the mass of blood and bodies, ripping, tearing, snapping. Savagely, I bit into the corpses of other sharks-now my prey. Well, I say corpses...some were still writhing, struggling in vain. I saw other sharks doing the same beside me, and as we feasted on our own species I saw still more of us pulled out of the water. Later, the same ones were thrust back, finless and streaming with blood. The scent must have drawn sharks form miles around. And likewise, sharks from miles around were mutilated, and thrown, still alive, to their hungry brethren.

The monster must have devoured as many fins as it could hold, because it suddenly moved on, leaving a few of us unharmed. Once I managed to regain control of myself, I turned tail and sped away, reeling with shock.

Was this what the creature did to lure its prey? By using our own bloodthirstiness, our own uncontrollable desire to hunt, against ourselves, it had drawn more of us than I have ever seen in one place. How, then, could we fight back? At the rate this thing ate, it would only be a matter of time before it wiped us all out. This new hunter would kill us all! The sharks, the whales, the dolphins, even the plentiful fish. We'd all die. Then this thing would rule the oceans of the world. The dead oceans of the world.

I don't understand. What does this thing want from us? Why the carnage? The whales did not swallow all the krill, the dolphins do not devour all the tuna, we do not eat entire species. Even the fish know to leave some algae to live. I have never seen any predator destroy his prey completely. We depend on our prey for survival too. Yet this creature seems determined to eliminate us all. But why? Will it not perish alongside us when that day comes? How can anything be so cruel, so intent on killing, that they must take so many of us?

Daydreams

Haha I will get to the ant story soon, I promise! This is yet another random post.

I spend roughly one third of my life sleeping, half of my life awake and the rest daydreaming. So you see, daydreams make up of a rather huge part of my existence! My daydreams consist of small ones lasting a few minutes to half an hour, medium ones lasting half an hour to a few hours and big projects many days. I shall post on the big ones. Most of the content is rather random, and usually utterly useless : p 

Here's a peek into my head:

Primary school days: 

Mainly war games like the ones in Ender's Game (a great book). Set in the jungles rather than space though, often with plenty of snow.

Early sec 1 days:

Mostly reminiscences of Greenwood.

Project 1 (L. Ixora should know this):

Started from a real dream. I was falling, falling, falling down a huge dark chasm. When I finally hit the bottom, I was consumed my a living mud and at this point I woke up. Expanded into a whole book ever since (there was once I dreamt of being a writer), and the mud spat me out into a magical, barren land. There was war over the two sides, users of physical magic and users of wand magic, the dark and the light side respectively (I was on the dark side).

Project 2:

My class, 212, kena thrashed in a game. It was a game with engineers, police and medics, where engineers are supposed to plant the ' bomb' (ball) into the opponents base, police are supposed to catch engineers and medics are supposed to save them. 212 lost twice in a row, both times, the other 2 teams bombs ended up in our base. I was super buay song. One year later, I remembered this, and started planning strategies. One year too late : p

Project 3:

This one super bo liao. Sometimes I wonder if we were given 10-20 food which we have to survive on for the rest of our lives, which would we choose? I suppose the perfect combi would be 5 fruits (mango, apple, pear, banana, blueberries) and 5 veges (potato, corn, cabbage, brocoli, pumpkin, rice is supplied) plus milo and orange juice (water is supplied). And sometimes I wonder how living in a world surrounded by mummy (dunno how to spell, it's the one we used to eat in greenwood) where we chop our food from the walls with axes.

Project 4:

The most recent one here. I was wondering if I were to run away, how long would I last? With sufficient preparation, I think a year. With outside help, even more. First thing to look for when escaping is to find a ' safe house', and many hideouts. This requires scouting. Second is to stock up on money and useful stuff. Just remember that no one is to know you ran away, the only thing that people would know is one day you disappeared after leaving school. Thirdly, remember to stock up on entertainment! It's gonna be boring hiding away.

Gotta stop here, it's getting long : )

Dancer Girl Without A Face

Her glittering mask catches everyone's eye
The painted smile sweeter than a playboy's lie
The prettiest girl you could hope to find there
The light flickers on her silky smooth hair.
Her skin so flawless, softer than the wind's caress
Sequins sparkle on her beautiful dress.
This dancer girl so lovely takes the floor
Men's eyes brighten and women gaze in awe
And both alike fall into almost a trance
As the music plays and she starts to dance.
Spinning, twirling, leaping with her light feet
Her hair flying behind her in an unbroken sheet
Dancing, gliding, as weightless as the wind
Her exquisite masked face all that can be seen
Minutes of beautiful dancing pass, music the only sound
Then this lovely fairy falls back to the ground
Her audience, enticed, crowd around.
They jostle and push to see her well
Each one caught, enchanted by her spell
Then this pretty dancer girl, with a dancer's grace
Sweeps off the gorgeous mask - and she has no face!
A pale, smooth, featureless oval is all that there is
The crowd reels back, asking "What on Earth is this?"
And now this dancer girl seems so sinister - but sad.
The mask was all the beauty she really had
As this faceless beauty turns to leave
A man asks her, as if he cannot believe,
"Miss, your face, do you realize...?"
She turns to him and without lips replies:
"I, too, once thought having a face was important indeed
But the world has taught me this mask is all I need."

Fantasy Meets Reality

Dreams and thoughts and fantasy
A world made of imagination deep in me
Shadows and magic playing in the light
Your wildest dreams fluttering just out of sight

Ideals and ideas of righteousness and truth
Vows of being upright and a will to improve
Innocence so sweet so naive and so young
Believing what they said and trusting the songs that they sung.

Backstabbing and climbing the ladder so high
Leaving your dreams in the dust with a sigh
Everything's about harder-faster-stronger-better
What do the idealistic thoughts of the young matter?

Working always to beat the others,
Forgetting friendship and the love of your brothers
Running this race that has no end
Shattered fantasies buried in the sand.

Because this world has no space for magic and hopes
Because you have to do the job before you learn the ropes
Because time and tide wait for neither woman nor man
Because imagination has no place in this land.

On idealism you cannot survive and on fantasy you cannot live
So forget your dreams for practicality's sake and let youth's naivety leave.

Hi Everyone

Hi guys! Idealist's Shadows(Dunno if you want me to use real names sorry)just invited me to join this blog:) So if its ok I'm gonna post one of the poems I've written once. It's not as cheem as yours though the language is quite simple:p hope you guys like it!Let me know if there's something I'm doing wrong, I'm not too sure how to post on a blog and all cuz I don't really have many...

Entry Suggestions =)

I've just posted 2 of my better poems. (in my opinion.)

Of course, you can read the rest of my collection(not in full) at potatoescankill, and some on facebook notes.

I've never been good at narratives so I think the sci-fi story would be a failure. I await in apprehension for it to be returned. With a slew of comments and having it drenched in red ink and crosses.

Now since we're in the midst of stories... I've got an idea.

We should suppose ourselves to be something else, and write a diary entry of it.

Like, if I were an ant.

Then a diary entry would be about how humans have killed alot of your kind today. All because they left a cake out, and "we" thought it was an invitation. And how unfair it is for mankind to hog food for themselves.

That could be possible entries for the future =)

So long.

Let vengeance lay

The ebbing flow, the waning moon;

Lone wolves howl, amongst stark runes;

Fresh blood trickles, darkness looms;

Cicatrice deepen, the chorus croons,

"Shall the culprit be on the noose?"

Enter the cycle of doom

The infinite loop, the irrepressible gloom

Chase the culprit, for his forfeit

A pound of flesh, not any less

Two wrongs make a right, that is such fright.

The receding light, impurities dried bright.

Chase your tail, the winding trail.

Punish the culprit, or vulnerability...

Derailed, derailed, now left in a whited sepulchre.

The raucous crow, oblivious loon;

Why the sorrow, why the gloom ;

Dreams are haunted, resolve swoons;

Reproach's rampant, watch the harpoon-

Tether at the edge of a calming lagoon.

Near the ledge, plays the familiar tune;

Black curtains droop, the ends are loose-

"Shall I, shall I, then be on the noose?"

Emotions

Deafening cries of shattered glass

Breaking cracks of disfigured hearts

Disturbs the night of calm

Revives the day of treachery and harm

Silence. Silence.

Silence it all.

The world of peace begins to fall.

Call. Call.

Why can't it stop?

Why drive me up to a cornered wall.

Ghouls of ages light up taper

They cackle as we burn in flaming candles.

Wherefore such folly, wherefore such insanity

To be governed by things

And call them king.

Why the doubt, why the anxiety

The play on them

And you're maneuvered like a tram.

The shackles of It, bound me deep

I'll never be free, from me It will drip

Break it and not suffer, like you.

Strengthen and rebel, what do I do.

Demonstrate how, for I'm a fool

Or I'll struggle with them, to It I'll stay true.

The shackles of It, bound me deep

I'll never be free, from me It will reap.

Speaking of stories...

I was in the toilet, after school one afternoon. Bathing, and taking my own sweet time. I could hear thunder crashing and heavy rain pelting down outside. Since my parents and brother was out, I was worried that all the windows were not closed and hurried to get out of the toilet.

I went first to the bedrooms, closed the windows and saved the papers on my desk. Then I went to the kitchen and the wind and rain hit me in my face- but that wasn't what gave me a shock, it was the clothes hanged out to dry.

Well, now they were all wet. I ran towards them to bring them in. Foolish move, because I nearly slipped on the flood on the floor of the balcony. I stumbled, but continued towards the window, bent out, and grabbed a pole of clothes hanging out.

With the stinging rain and the howling wind whipping into me, I struggled to pull the pole in. Have you ever tried hanging on to a bamboo pole full of wet clothes? Not easy, and the floor was slippery. I tried my hardest not to fall out of the window myself, as 7 floors is very high up. Muscles straining, I managed to get the first (and easiest) pole in, then stared apprehensively at the five others. They were swaying ominously in the wind. The clothes on them were flapping madly. I took a deep breath, and decided to try the pole furthest out and somewhat obstructed from my grasp by part of the window.

I pulled the pole out halfway, then immediately knew it was a bad idea. I would more likely drop it than bring it in. I glared at the pole in frustration, and shoved it back in. By this time, I was soaking wet and cold, nearly ready to give up on it. Then I decided, I shall do the other poles first, then this lousy one.

Luckily, the rest of the poles of clothes came in relatively easy, abide with lots of grunting and praying that I won't fall 7 stories down. Then, with the other poles out of the way, I reached the last pole, half hanging out of the window. I summoned all the strength I had left, and dragged the pole out of the socket. It dipped scarily, but I hung on desperately, and eventually pulled it in.

Morale of the story? Always get clothes in before the rain starts! And I really must learn how to do pull-ups before NAPFA this year : p