Submissions for the class book for Emma
A long long time ago. There was a clear fish the size of the leaf of a pine tree. She lived in the tropicals ocean for thousands of years. She was so small that there were no predators wished to consume her. Although she was lucky for the god given protection, she was lonely because no one could ever notice her. The waves were her only friends. She sailed beyond the ocean line in the morning, and shuttled through anemones at night. She was clueless, ambitious, and fearless. She believed that she was unstoppable. Never once had she left the tropical reef bubbled her from danger, she decided to ride the waves when the sun slept and explore the rest of the pacific. The kind waves and soft wind warned her about the decision, but she was stubborn. So there she was, the tiny clear fish escalated through the seashells and weeds, and farewelled to the creamy sand and fluffy algae. As she reached the border of the reef after thirty three days and nights, an unfamiliar sight occurred in front of her eyes. The wave that carried her transformed attitude and fought the storm with rage. Magnificent streaks of light bolted into the ocean vigorously, slitting the pacific in pieces. The static appearance of the lighting slashed before her round and glistening eyes. The outline of the black clouds are illuminated by the purple light and distorted by the rumble of thunder. Standing on the other side of the reef, still protected by the warmth of tropical waters, the symphony of frightening events in front of her only looked like an eye-opening circus. Her eyes locked on the purple lightning that stroke again as she slowly swam forward, the water couldn't hold her back. Before she could realize, the force of the ocean yanked her tiny body into the storm. She was startled by the sudden loss of balance and inability to see through the thick salt waters. Swiftly, an ever powerful rumble rose up from below and pushed the waterline up into the clouds. The clear little fish looked down into the dark and made out a enormous figure. As the figure opened its jaw, the surface of the ocean sunk into the bottom, creating a tornado. Screaming at the top of her lungs, the clueless yet ambitious little clear fish glanced at the realm of tropical peacefulness one last time before she was devoured with millions of other fearless, yet powerless creatures that came out exploring in the cruel night. A miniature being looking for freedom in the night of reality.
The tale comes from the cabin 300 feet from the end point of the never-ending river.
He did not expect to see signs of living in this land.
Traveling with only his backpack and a flask on,
he wanted to find his answer to his question, but just before he succeeded, he was distracted by the column of smoke that rose thin and straight from the humongous cabin chimney.
He wanted to avoid it and continue to his journey, but the tempting smell of grilled pork belly vigorously tore his empty stomach apart.
He was so close yet so far.
He walked to the feet of the 30 feet tall wooden door and knocked.
He found a crack in the bottom of the opposite side of the door and stepped in.
Inside was a pot boiling on the stove with smoke rising up in the air.
A pair of neatly set up utensils twice the size of himself on a gigantic table, with a chair, tucked underneath.
On top of the plate smelled like an appetizing serving of meat, he could see steam rising up in the air from the table.
He took out a rope in his backpack and hooked it on the chair, climbing up to his lunch.
Suddenly, the table shook like an earthquake.
The utensils vibrated, clicking aggressively with the ceramic plate.
A gigantic shadow imprinted on the door, slowly increasing in size as the footsteps increases in volume.
He panicked and his rope detached and fell heavily onto the ground.
His leg was folded oddly backward and his neck rolled across the room.
Around his body was the wooden floor decorated with the colour of roses.
It was just the footsteps of the giant owner
Who had just woken up from a nap and ready for his lunch
The gentle giant hasn’t had visitors in a while, and he had always dreamed of sharing a meal with the so-called “humans.”
He cooked the meat just right for a human’s appetite,
so that when the time comes he’ll be able to enjoy a meal with his mini visitors.
He noticed the little head faced down beside his kitchen counter and sighed.
Not once had he successfully welcomed a visitor since he cooked this dish 12 years ago.
He pulled the chair out from beneath the table and sat quietly.
Legend has it that he never moved an inch ever since
The giant stayed in the exact same position waiting for his visitors to arrive
He was afraid to breathe too loudly, He was afraid that if he wasn’t careful enough, another one of his visitors will end up in the wooden bin beside the kitchen counter.
Another one of the heads of the explorers who wanted answers to their questions from the end point of the never-ending river.
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