HELP!!!!

I spoke with a brave and distinct tone” No one panic…A tornado is coming at us at around 180-190 kms per hour. If we all work together, we can make it alive. No one separate yourselves from the group and stick to your partners”.

I started jogging as fast as I could (the rest were slow…very slow). I could feel the strong wind now, pushing against us. Terror covered my entire face. I felt hopeless. Naomi waterfalls passed in a whir, like in a blurry picture. A village could be seen in the distance. As we ran, I was thinking of the vital things to do. “Keep everyone safe, warn others of the tornado…that’s about it”, I thought.

A shrill scream interrupted my thoughts. It was so loud I had to turn and shout. It was not until I turned around did I notice that the tornado was much closer. A fact worse than that, a fact which terrified me from inside out, a body whisked by and was lifted into the air in that fraction of a second. The wicked tornado bellowed loudly, clearing a path, and it was headed right towards us!!! It raced, leaving destruction behind it, wherever it went. Our group ran back into the forest, hoping that we could lose the funnel, but we couldn’t. It took a sharp turn in our direction. We had no hope now. We took a left, back to where the body was whisked. Marion was her name. We darted past the green trees.

She lay there, motionless, with no arms and one severely injured leg. Taking her to a nearby hospital would be impossible. It would take every last of our efforts and we had a tailing tornado, for goodness sake!

One heave and one ho and we were off! She was lighter than we thought but that didn’t mean it was easier. The path we came from in the jeep seemed like the correct route. All of us got in and Dan started driving like he never drove before. The wind blew against my face harshly in two directions. It was starting to get cold, a phenomenon which rarely occurred in Central Africa. It was possible, due to the sun’s movements.

Clouds began camouflaging the sky. A deep grey was all our eyes so see. In a normal situation, we’d be extremely ecstatic about a storm, but this was not a normal situation. It would only make our mission harder and above that, the rain could cause infection to Marion’s arms, so we had to choose between taking shade or we could drive the jeep as if we were psychopaths. Survival in our case seemed out of the question. Rumours were that a storm can lash rain like a whip. It thunder sounded like a bellow by a monster. Only one option was left: Make for the edges!

“Drive!!!

 We haven’t got much time!” came out of my mouth. We left behind a torn-up village with no help. It gave the impression that we did not care about them but I would not mind. The towering trees and the lush green bushes whizzed by. The scarlet hibiscuses and lavender bougainvilleas zoomed, like a blurry picture. It felt heart-breaking to leave the forest. Almost cruel. Who would take care of those animals and plants during the storm? Their sorrow was also mine. I shared a brother-sister bond with Mother Nature’s creations. They were my friends.

I did not have a choice. If I did not take them out of the jungle then my job would go and I would never be able to roam the forest freely. If I left, then I do not know what fate will fall upon God’s children. This thought lingered on my mind. The two angels told me this: “Come on Carter! Your job will go! How can you feed yourself? How will pay for all the bills?”

Another said: “Think of all the plants and animals. You are their only voice. Who else will look after?”

The first one: “Mother Nature created ‘em! She’ll take care of ‘em!” I thought to myself, “He’s right though.” I have to take a break sometime. This was my life.

“STOP!!!!” came out.

Everybody stopped to look at me. Worry was written on their faces so well I could read it like a book.

“Move over Dan!” I said. Nothing happened. They seemed so hesitant to do anything.

“I mean it, Dan, move over!”

A slightly scared Dan moved to the front seat that was to the side. I got out of the jeep and went to sit in the drivers’ seat.

“I’m driving this baby from here on. If anyone makes a single noise, then they’re outta this truck. Get it?” I said, with a thug-looking expression on my face. All nodded in unison.

          I started driving as if I never drove before. The speedometer hit the 100s in 10 minutes. Maybe we could make it. Maybe we had a silver lining on this cloud. What if we did not? What if it was too late for Marion? She was losing blood at a rapid rate. Could she make it in time? Would God spare one life?

HELP!!!!

“C

ome on people! Follow me!” I shouted out, to the ten people behind. “We’ve still got ‘bout five km to go!”. I guess you could say I was a guide showing around 10 foreigners the beautiful and mesmerising rainforests of Central Africa. Although It’s kind of annoying when you have to explain every single thing to the guests, since they do not know much about the forests but the beauty and glory it presents, it makes me breathless. I feel blissful at the fact that I’m this lucky to be able to roam the jungle without any problem.

        “Here we have the famous Naomi waterfall, known to be the second tallest, after Angel falls. This mighty waterfall holds at least 10,000 species of insects, birds and animals. Anyone up for swimming?” I shouted, making my voice clear and confident. They all yelled back in unison “We sure are!”

        We all jumped into to the closest area to the lake at the end. The water felt soothing against my sweaty skin, cooling it off instantly, like eating ice cream after a hot summer’s day. The tourists came at a bad time though. At times, temperatures would soar to 55^o Centigrade.

        Thankfully, there were no children on our trip, these were just honeymooners out for some adventure.

 ”Well team, its time to get back to camp. We don’t want to get ourselves lost, now do we? We have other places to discover tomorrow and if we’re lucky, we might even see a tiger!!!”

“Huuurrrraaayyyy!” I think that was a very nice response.

To find the way back was easy. I knew the Masud forest like the back of my hand. Sure it’s full of creepy animals, scary insects and weird birds but this forest screamed out LIFE. Camp was located in a meadow north of the forest, so that animals wouldn’t find their way in. We set up camp about two days ago. We stay up here in the forest for five days, in the mountains for another five days, the coast for five days and an island located near Madagascar for the last five days (a package of twenty days). Just like little kids, we set up a fire (themselves of course, I only help them in lighting it) and cook their food. We told spooky stories but the scariest was my, which I tell to spook the tourists.

“One lone night, a man was reading a horror story when he suddenly saw a shadow. It loomed in front him, in a midnight black cape. No eyes, no teeth, no face either. Just a sinister hood covered its evil head. It was the old ghost. Rumours were that whoever entered the house would never live to see another day. Guess where the house used to be! Right on this very……” but I never got to finish the story, because out of nowhere, a loud whirring noise filled the background. I stealthily climbed a tree with my monkey friend Guana, just to double check what was happening.

What I saw frightened me to the core. I froze, unwilling to move my feet, afraid that I might fall into nothingness. A giant wind funnel hung over the horizon. It approached by the second. “Okay, Carter, don’t panic. If we all work together, maybe we can survive this.”


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10th of December

Peacock

This is another style of writing poems.They are called the Haiku.It is a Japanese style of poems which is mostly base on syllables.First line has 5 syllabeles,the second line has 7,and the last line has 5 again.

The rain went pit pat

It shook its feathers gracefully

in the shiny night!

Flowers

A cinquain poem is a poem with only five lines. The first line has the title,the second line describes the look the the title, the third describes the smell, the fourth describes feeling and finally, the fifth line states the the title again.Also, each line has a specific number of syllables.

Flowers

Great, beautiful

Always smelling quiet nice

Gives a quiet natural feeling

Always

Continuation from                                                                                           From Sasha’s view     

22^nd of September                                                                                         

 A strong wind blew against the tiny cottage, shaking it. Both of us were silent. Neither spoke. The glass windows revealed a grotesque scene outside the house, speaking with a voice of its own. ’Stop it! Stop it! End my misery!’ “What do you want?” I asked, curiosity coming up to my throat, so much so that I had to give every ounce of effort within me to keep my voice straight. Again, no reply. It was getting annoying now.

The cottage abruptly turned cold, a shiver neither of us could repress shook through us, just like the petite hut.

“Child, I thank you so much. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness, and to make you feel better, this tea is excellent. Would you mind if I could have something to eat?” she asked, with a light breath, as soft as feathers. “Of course…would you like some cookies?” I exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen. The kitchen was small, but just enough for two people. I was one, so no problem.

The hut shook again, however, this was more violent than before, the house was stronger than people thought. It was not some lonely little structure made up of walls and a roof. It was a brave soldier, its goal to protect itself and the people who dwell within it. I came out with a tray of freshly made cookies. The old woman took a bite and closed her eyes. I could tell that she was very hungry. She reopened her sapphire eyes, glistening in the dim light.

“Sasha, did you know that there is still a royal family ruling the island of Tasmania?” she said, looking at me, straight in the eyes. My mouth dropped open like a cod fish. For starters, this is the 21^st century, for goodness sake!!! Plus, how on earth can there still be a royal family ruling Tasmania?

“Pardon me, but did you just say that Tasmania still has a royal family ruling…? “I said, thoughts seeding through my mind? “I mean, don’t you think that ruling was, like, centuries ago? And why exactly are you telling me this?”

“Yes there is a royal family ruling Tasmania, and I am telling you this because there is a secret I must tell you…”

           My eyes narrowed, wondering where this was going to. Thoughts raced against each other, very second thinking up something different.

“I am the queen of Tasmania! The correct ruler of this island!” said the woman. Again, I looked like a cod fish. The rain outside died down, to alight drizzle. I could hear the light pit pat on the roof. I thought that she was going to say ‘You are the rightful heir to the Tasmanian throne‘but I was wrong. She didn’t say anything like that. I was glad she didn’t. I most definitely did not want to be part of the noble family. I was fine right here. “Child…” she began, turning in my direction” I was wondering, would you mind if I could live here, with you? I promise, on the God, that I shall not as put a scratch on you. Please, may I stay with you?” Once more, I looked like a cod fish. My eyes widened, my feelings rose up to my throat. I felt gagged and ran in to drink some water. “Look…what’s your name, miss?”

“Sarah Renaldo”

“Alright, Miss Sarah, you want to live with me???”

“I don’t see why not, seeing that I’m old and feeble, and not even capable of hurting myself.”

“Ok, give me sometime to think about it, okay? Till then, why don’t you rest in the bedroom?” speaking in quick breaths. She went in, slowly strolling across the hall to the bedroom. Which gave me time to think. I was used to being alone, but could I make room for another person?

Save the tigers!!!

Tigers are

living signs of majesty

Day and night

they live in fear and anticipation

Never really knowing

when their lives shall end......

Their dens being their abode

the only place of real protection

now turns into a mysterious

again,never knowing when their lives

shall end....

Tigers are magnificent

even with their sharp claws

and spiky teeth

They roam these lands

with their heads held up high

but lately,these creatures

have come down with number

and with their heads down

Don't you think it is

our very own responsibility

to look after these regal beings?

Help now,or it will be too late...

Lake of tears...

          The path curved into a slight arc and she walked down it, her sleek brownish-black hair sweeping the warm ground. Even being a human, the earthen floor felt like velvet beneath her feet, and her eyes scanned the scene ahead her. Fairly calm, she thought, letting her feet drag against the soil.

 She turned back down the path, leading to a small cottage not bigger than a backyard garden. Even though it was little, she loved it more than her own life. How could she not? It had kept a roof over her head for more than two years now and created a shelter against rain, snow and cold.

She entered the house and put a pot of water to boil. As always, she was wet and it was raining heavily. A thick blanket kept her warm and she sipped her tea. The glass window faced the glorious woods and she stared at it, fixing her eyes on one particular tree….

Why does it look as if it is trying to say something? She waved that thought away, thinking about something else. She moved her attention to missing her parents. Both her parents had died in an accident two years while at school. She had an uncle who sent her money just enough for her to live alone. Being 14-years-old, who could blame her?

The tiny cottage shook slightly, as the fierce rain battled against the powerful wind, howling like a pack of wolves. Raindrops beat the outside of the hut with rage and she was quivering a lot, and she thanked God for keeping her a cover on her little head.

A quick rap came from the door and she wondered, who could be outside at this time of the night and storm? She opened the door quickly to give the person a shelter and it turned out to be an old woman! “Please come in! “She exclaimed, assuring her in. She went into the kitchen to get a pot of tea ready for the aged lady. “What are you doing, in this cold?” No response. She asked again. No response. After that she just kept quiet and let the woman drink her tea. During this silence, she noted how the woman looked. She was beautiful, no that seemed like an understatement. She was beyond beautiful, more like mesmerizing. Even with the wrinkles, her skin looked like satin and her elderly eyes dazzled in the light. They shone and her face was really attractive and she wore a kind of trousers with a shawl on.

“What is your name child?” the old said, her voice barely above a whisper. She said “Sasha….”with her head down, eyes staring at the floor. Who was this woman? And what does she want?

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on the 30-09-2010