O_O Writing week 6

G'day, this is my writing that I had to do based on 3 photos. Pls leave a friendly comment and have a great time reading. O_O




Although the water is as cold as ice, I dunk my head into the water. Paddling towards the fishing boat, I marvel at the sight around me. Then I felt something make my shin hairs prick up. Something was lurking beneath me. I looked below me and saw a giant whale shark, sucking me into the depth of its stomach! I thrashed around, trying to escape it’s grasp, but I got engulfed, whole. The whale’s insides were disgusting. Red slippery throat, green bouncy stomach, and soapy puddles everywhere. Despite my best efforts, I plummet down into the depth and hit my head on the rebounding floor. Resting my hands on the glistening bottom, my right hand runs over something rough. I eye the object and see it’s a turtle egg, resting in a puddle of fish blood and juice. I slowly pick it up and examine it. Nothing looks strange about it. I hold it safely in my hands and look at it while pacing up and down. Suddenly, I am pushed backwards by something, nearly dropping the egg. I drop flat on my back, still holding tightly to the egg. There is a grandfather clock in front of me, it’s hands ticking slowly in strange directions. I slowly run my fingers across the hands and the hands suddenly jerk to the left.




 My hair is blown up and my nose hairs are parted. I’m thrown into the side of the whale, while barely holding on to the precious egg. The grandfather clock shimmers and the whale howls. Everything stops. Pushing back my sweaty/salivary hair, I crawl up the sides of the whale and push open its mouth. I gasp. No longer in the ocean, I slowly step onto a cobbled road. The whale is scarily still, probably lifeless. Stuffing the turtle egg in my pocket, I looked around. It looked like I was in some old street with flickering lamps. Deciding not to wait, I decide to start walking, when I see the grandfather clock on the ground. I can’t just leave it there, the clock is the key to everything; the key to moving through time and space. I tear off a bit of my warm coat and jam the clock into it. I begin striding forward, while keeping my eyes on the slippery road. I realise I’m going nowhere, so I pull out the grandfather clock and set it on the ground. Cautiously, I run my icy fingers on the smooth hands and once again, it clicks. I’m thrown back into a rubbish bin and the ground quivers. Then, I feel my tummy lurch, and before I know it, I’m in the sky.




Tumbling through the clouds is not a fun thing. Believe. As If I’m a bird without wings, I crashed down on the soggy sand. Rubbing my bruised ankles, I stumble forwards, and fall face first into some water. Rubbing my face, I look behind me. The egg is completely flat, and there seems to be no life in it. Rushing over, I kneel down and stare at it. It’s just a flat shell. Suddenly, I feel something nudge my foot. Turning around, I see a tiny turtle next to me. It must of came out of the egg! It slowly looked at me, then waddled over to the ocean and dived in. Smiling, and trudged up a hill and walked away from the beach. It’s epic journey was only the beginning.