Today in Te Kahu we are continuing to follow up on personification. Instead of writing about being the desk in front of us we are writing from another thing's point of view; Particularly one during the Normandy War.
Here is my writing piece:
The charcoal sky is decorated with fading stars as I lay there in silence. I am surrounded by others and we admire the beauty of the peace and quiet as the salty waves gently crash upon the shore. My smooth skin collides with the cold, sandy bottom beneath me as I breathe slowly. The frothy, white wash piles up as the tall grass sways and dances to the whistling wind just at the crack of dawn. Suddenly I begin to hear muffled voices..
They are coming from heavy, black ships that are approaching the calm beach shore. The buzzing of motors begin to creep louder. The sun slowly peeks from its hiding place and the sky blushes pink but the beautiful setting is broken by the intense commands that are heard from the army of boats. The clashing of gear and equipment slice through the sound of crashing waves. I worry and quiver as they get closer and closer to shore before thousands of pairs of feet splash in the silver waves...
Sharp toothed, barb wire incase the beach. Yelling and shouting are all I hear, the camo, green gear race back and forth in front of me. The soldiers disembark and march all over the beach, and the peace is wildly broken by these uninvited guests.
Then BOOM! My friends are suddenly flung into the air and I am trampled by a stampede of marching feet. The loud shots of guns and musty smoke echo through the air, I scream and wonder what is happening before me. Right as I knew it the Normandy War had begun! 10 more soldiers appear out of nowhere, thousands are shot as quick as lightning and my life flashes before my life as I slap against the crystal, blue sea!
The sun began to quickly disappear, hiding from the chaos. The crazy orchestra of guns, cannons, ships and soldiers slowly drift further and further away from me as I sink deeper and deeper. The dim light softly lights my way as I continue to fall; as my withered, battered body bathes in the salty water in pain I finally reach the bottom.
I am a pebble at the bottom of the sea, now laying broken in half. The moonlight glistens upon me as I wonder where my friends are now. I remain traumatised by this brutal war and I replay these events that scar both my memory and body forever.
I enjoyed writing this piece because I felt like I got a lot deeper in my description of the setting, the sounds and smell. I love writing from non-human points of view and I cannot wait to use this in other writing pieces as well!
How would you feel if you were something else in a crazy or weird situation like this?
What were you- A tree- The sun- The sea? How did it feel? What did it see?
Give it a go and be Creative!
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