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The Art of Spears
It looks like Aliceon is not an original name..T-T I liked it alot too. But I shall still use it ;D English was fun today, since we got permission to write an essay that does not make sense. xD Oyah, Illu's essay about Aphrodite killing Athena with a nail clipper.. xDD But I totally can't understand Mr Samuelson's accent at all. =.= I actually planned out a long long storyline involving a skeleton, witch, man-eating oranges and Someone. But in the end no time, and I already overshot the word limit by alot, so never write. Haiz~ I wish I wrote about Someone instead of the witch but I was going in order. -~- Anyways, it goes like this(without the comments): The Long Walk "I'm going for a walk!" (lol, we can see that.)I called to my mother, who was ina kitchen doing the dishes. "Mmhmm," she said while absentmindedly wiping a dish. I stepped out of the door and made my way down the pavement. I sauntered along at a lesiurely pace, enjoying the chirping of the birds and the rustle of the leaves in the trees as the wind tugged playfully at them. (lol. Very primary-schoolish. Maybe I shouldn't have posted this =x) The sweet fragrance of roses wafted over my neighbour's fence surrounding her garden. I took a deep breath and sucked in the crisp, fresh morning air. I closed my eyes. That was my mistake. I failed to see the black, fleeting shadow that flitted across my path. I failed to feel the gentle brush of air as something went past me. (I know these do not have anything to do with not having the sense of sight. I was just lenghening it for some reason.) I failed to hear the soft but menacing hissing from behind me. (The skeleton was prettily much based on my undead.) Then it was too late. (It had taken my cookies.) In an instant, I found myself lying on my back (I accidentally typed face here. xD) with a skeleton holding a bazooka in my face. My mind went blank. I was speechless. "Oops?" I offered. (I thought you were speechless?) The skeleton was covered in dirt, like it'd just been dug up, and it was broken in places and chipped from centuries of wear and tear. I wondered how it was holding itself together. (When was the expiry date?) Angry black fires burned in its empty eye sockets. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked politely. The skeleton nudged my head with the bazooka. Its voice was raspy and hoarse, which was understandable since it lacked vocal cords. "Because you have green hair." "What?" I was outraged. "I don't have green hair!" "Yes, you do." It looked annoyed. "No I don't! Skeletons are color blind. You don't have eyeballs anyway," I pointed out. Before it could retort, a blast of purple light hit him and knocked his skull off his shoulder blades. A figure clad in black robes leaped over him and landed on the other side of the pavement. The girl picked up the skull and spun it like a ball. "My head!" the skeleton protested. The girl had long purple hair that flowed down her back to her knees, and wore a plastic bag on her head saying "Witch Expo 2006" (from Polyphemus. It was just so cute xD). I felt it would be rude to ask her about it. The witch turned to the skeleton. "You want it?" she taunted, waving the skull in the air triumphantly. "Come get it!" (This was the point where I only had five minutes left and I regretfully decided not to go on with my long story and end the thing. My hand was also hurting.) The skeleton clattered after her, gradually falling apart and tripping over his ribs. I concluded the skull held it together. The witch, however, displaying no urge to run from a bloodthirsty bazooka weilding skeleton, turned to me with her purple eyes. "And you," she said, "go back where you came from." She pointed her finger at me, and I was falling. I was expecting a crash landing in the Underworld,(I wish) but something soft cushioned my fall. I blinked and my eyes adjusted, revealing that I was on the sofa in my living room. My mother poked her head around the door frame. "You're back already? Didn't hear you come in. What, you got teleported again?" I nodded. "I almost got blasted by a skeleton maniac with a bazooka who hates green hair, then got zapped the middle of nowhere by a witch." (At this part, he was supposed to recite a long list of weird things that had happened to him. Eeurggh. The whole effect is ruined.) "Mmhmm." My mother went back to her work. "That was a long walk." (I have no idea what this part was about, I was just trying to include something about the topic. In the end it does not even make sense since he just walked a short distance next door, unless we're talking neighbouring countries, or continents. And the whole thing here happened in less than five minutes. I guess this story was OFFICIALLY DITCHED.) This thing is bound to be flooded with typos. But my memory was incredibly good today, not including homework, which was what I was testing by writing this in the first place. And one last thing, my nice award winning Thaipusam presentation! ;D No offence to anyone who celebreated Thaipusam. Thaipusam Thaipusam is the art of spearing people for barbecuing. It is practiced widely in the world today especially at barbecue parties The Art of Spearing - This art of Spearing was invented by Shakespeare in 666BCE. - It is done by spearing toothpicks and chopsticks through people’s flesh. The more spears there are in the person, the more delicious the meat will be. - They are eaten rare, medium and well done. - Innocent meat like chicken, pork, mutton and beef is strictly banned. (condonned?) The End We hope you have enjoyed our presentation. Many people have brutally killed in the making of this presentation. Yay! On that happy note, I shall end this post. |