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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Storm

"'This is the last straw! I will not endure this any longer!' Father was in a raging temper, and his face was as black as only a face could be. 'Prepare your swords for battle!'"

"A war. Again. It was the third time this month! But this time, the Wools had really gone over the limit. They were actually sending people over to steal our water! As if we had a lot to spare. But still, I didn't like the idea of battling with them again."

"There we were, all lined up in our various positions. And there was Father, shouting words of encouragement to us. And there were the Wools, looking down their noses at us. They were always a snobbish lot. We stared at each other in hatred, the Wools and the Whites, and our faces darkened until we were all of the same colour as Father's."

"When everybody had stared their fill, somebody did a roll on a war-drum. Brrumm! The battle was on!"

"We drew out our silver swords. The swords were purposely made in a zig-zag shape, so that it would wound and cut easily. At a word of command from Father, we rushed towards the Wools, brandishing our swords. They, too, whipped out their own swords, which were bigger than ours, but also heavier, so that their movements were clumsy."

"As we were running towards each other, I happened to look down, and I saw the trees below bowing to and fro. No doubt it was because of all the wind caused by our sudden movements. But look! there was an enemy right in front of me. I dodged under his outstretched arm, and plunged my sword into his heart. He buckled up, and dissolved into a pool of water, and fell out of sight, down to the surface of the big, round ball called Earth."

"Every time our swords struck true, there would be a celebrating drum roll. This increased our war spirit, and soon pools of water were dropping from everywhere, while the fighters became lesser and lesser in number."

"Brrrrrum! There was the drum roll again. I looked around for a while, and was glad to see that most of the remaining fighters were Whites. The few Wools left were still fighting valiantly, but it was evident that the Whites were gaining victory on them."

"At last, at long last, the last Wool fell with a cry to the ground, far below. We high-fived and congratulated each other heartily. But we knew that the Wools would come back. They always did, especially on hot, sunny days. But all was well. After all, what is life without a taste of spice in it? At least, we had regained peace for the time being."

The above passage is adapted from a diary, which was found lying in a pool of water after a storm.

4 comments:

Joe said...

The teacher didn't get Ur Idea???

MLMX said...

yala~ ><"
so...did u get it?

MM said...

If u got 25 i ought to get 10 only... ^@^

MLMX said...

lol mike...i hvn seen urs!!!!
n did u get my idea? do u know wat i am???