Thursday 6 September 2018
Tuesday 4 September 2018
The Perfect Sunset
(My character is a photographer and she's 23)
My Story
As the sun rose in Bora Bora, all was quiet. The fish were swimming around under my cabin,and the birds chirped a wakeup call- wait.
Scratch that. Everything was quiet except for my cabin. Usually, I wake up then
I stare at the floor for a solid ten minutes before I actually decide to stand, but this
morning, NOTHING WAS HOLDING ME BACK.
Scratch that. Everything was quiet except for my cabin. Usually, I wake up then
I stare at the floor for a solid ten minutes before I actually decide to stand, but this
morning, NOTHING WAS HOLDING ME BACK.
I hurled myself out of bed, just snagging my camera on the way out the bedroom.
I glance towards the bathroom. Meh, no time for showering. I whip up my hair into a
messy bun, ignoring the alarming noises my stomach is making, and hoist up my jeans.
Belt? NOPE! I leap into my scuffs and stumble out the door, fumbling with the buttons onmy camera.
I glance towards the bathroom. Meh, no time for showering. I whip up my hair into a
messy bun, ignoring the alarming noises my stomach is making, and hoist up my jeans.
Belt? NOPE! I leap into my scuffs and stumble out the door, fumbling with the buttons onmy camera.
I shove my glasses up my nose and half run half shuffle along the decks (I’m wearing scuffsand it’s like, 6 in the morning, give me a break). The sun is coming up fast.
Really, how could it take 24 hours to have a day?! With how fast the sun is going it
should only take like, three! While glancing at the sun, I trip on a loose floorboard.
The SD card in my camera slips out of the slot it goes into.
Really, how could it take 24 hours to have a day?! With how fast the sun is going it
should only take like, three! While glancing at the sun, I trip on a loose floorboard.
The SD card in my camera slips out of the slot it goes into.
It bounces along the floorboards like it’s making a grand getaway. I scramble to my feet.
“Not today world!” I think to myself. Those are all the photos from this vacation, and
no way it’s getting eaten by one of those vicious needlefish now. My scuffs flew off and
are somewhere behind me. Whatever, I don’t need shoes to get a photo of this sunrise.
I dive for my SD card and slam my hands down onto it right before it goes over the
edge of the deck. Then I get an electric shock.
“Not today world!” I think to myself. Those are all the photos from this vacation, and
no way it’s getting eaten by one of those vicious needlefish now. My scuffs flew off and
are somewhere behind me. Whatever, I don’t need shoes to get a photo of this sunrise.
I dive for my SD card and slam my hands down onto it right before it goes over the
edge of the deck. Then I get an electric shock.
“OUCH!” I yelp.
I jam my SD card into the camera and carry on sprinting down the decks. My finger is
stinging and swollen from my electric shock and my feet are killing me. My glasses
have a crack in them as well, so I don’t really know where I’m going. So yeah.
Here I am, half blind, half asleep, splinter-ridden, and possibly radioactive.
I jam my SD card into the camera and carry on sprinting down the decks. My finger is
stinging and swollen from my electric shock and my feet are killing me. My glasses
have a crack in them as well, so I don’t really know where I’m going. So yeah.
Here I am, half blind, half asleep, splinter-ridden, and possibly radioactive.
I see a grassy patch and a sign saying “Lookout Point” (That was a lie, It actually said
“Look-k-k ou-ou-out Point”, because my glasses were cracked) I run onto the grass and
immediately jump about 2 feet into the air. Prickles. My sworn enemy (Well, now they
are, anyway). “Ow ow ow ow ow!” I yelp. My face is pinched with hard determination.
The sun rises in Bora Bora are a photographer’s jackpot, and I’m not going to let the
odds stop me today.
“Look-k-k ou-ou-out Point”, because my glasses were cracked) I run onto the grass and
immediately jump about 2 feet into the air. Prickles. My sworn enemy (Well, now they
are, anyway). “Ow ow ow ow ow!” I yelp. My face is pinched with hard determination.
The sun rises in Bora Bora are a photographer’s jackpot, and I’m not going to let the
odds stop me today.
Well, if I don’t want to walk, I’ll crawl. I inch closer and closer to the edge of the
lookout and point my camera over the bushes. Then, the worst thing that could possibly
happen - well, happens. The red battery sign of death shows up. Darn! I frantically
switch my camera to burst and press the photo button. It clicks and whirrs like a
well-oiled machine. Finally. I exhale slowly and click playback. What I see before me
is multiple photos of the perfect sunrise. Finally.
Now all I need to do is get the perfect sunset...
lookout and point my camera over the bushes. Then, the worst thing that could possibly
happen - well, happens. The red battery sign of death shows up. Darn! I frantically
switch my camera to burst and press the photo button. It clicks and whirrs like a
well-oiled machine. Finally. I exhale slowly and click playback. What I see before me
is multiple photos of the perfect sunrise. Finally.
Now all I need to do is get the perfect sunset...
Sunday 2 September 2018
Creation Myth
How the rivers were Created
One day, long, long ago, before humans came to earth,
before time itself was invented, The ancient gods of the sea,
The water horses decided they needed some sort of source of water for the seas, which were drying up. So the water horses held a meeting. They would ask the ancient earth gods, the magical
horses with flowing manes and tails, to help them make channels through the earth to control water flow and fuel the sea.
before time itself was invented, The ancient gods of the sea,
The water horses decided they needed some sort of source of water for the seas, which were drying up. So the water horses held a meeting. They would ask the ancient earth gods, the magical
horses with flowing manes and tails, to help them make channels through the earth to control water flow and fuel the sea.
The earth horses and the water horses met on the coasts of the islands, planning where to make their
channels. Once everyone was in place, the earth horses reared up a stamped their hooves into the ground,
creating huge cracks in the ground from the mountains to the coastlines, then, more earth horses galloped
down the trail of the cracks, creating big winding chasms through the land. Once that was done,
the water horses galloped through the chasms, creating an endless stream of water behind them.
Then they called on the air horses to direct the water flow in a certain direction, and the flame horses to
connect the rivers to the volcanic cycle.
channels. Once everyone was in place, the earth horses reared up a stamped their hooves into the ground,
creating huge cracks in the ground from the mountains to the coastlines, then, more earth horses galloped
down the trail of the cracks, creating big winding chasms through the land. Once that was done,
the water horses galloped through the chasms, creating an endless stream of water behind them.
Then they called on the air horses to direct the water flow in a certain direction, and the flame horses to
connect the rivers to the volcanic cycle.
So, rivers aren’t as straightforward as you think...
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