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pr0f_sn00dl3) wrote2023-07-17 06:52 pm
pr0f_sn00dl3) wrote2023-07-17 06:52 pm
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In an Ancient City Far, Far Away
While searching through old school notebooks, I came across one for my history class where we had to glue pieces of paper and a bunch of random things in it while we learned about ancient peoples like the Mesopotamians or the Romans. In between the pages, I found a diary entry where I pretended to live in one of those ancient cities, and though I can no longer remember which one it was or even if I chose a real city, I'd say I did a pretty okay job at conveying the life back then...
Dear diary,
Today is the first day of summer. I just got back from pottery and my mom expects me to sweep the porch. It only has a couple of leaves, but I sweeped it anyway. It turns out you're supposed to clean the broom before you start sweeping. Now the porch is even more messier than it was in the beginning. Now I only hope that my mom doesn't find out.
I was walking back inside when I thought I heard water running. I ran into the house and checked under my bed. There was nothing. I ran back outside and looked into the well. There was nothing. I ran to the river and stuck my head under the water. Still nothing. Then I heard the most terrifying sound. A little girl screaming. I knew just where it was coming from. It was the one place that I haven't even thought of, the beach. I ran over there with my heart racing. When I got there, I saw no girl. I just saw the waves and the water. My heart was really beating now. It was beating so fast that I thought it was going to pop out of my chest. The next thing I saw was beautiful and scary. Right in front of me was a 30 foot tall wave. I wanted to runaway but I was paralyzed with fear. All I could do was scream. I screamed so loud that everyone from the top of Mt. Olympus to the very south of Crete could hear me. Everyone was running around and going crazy, but it was to late. The wave washed over me and every one in the village. We all died the same way as the little girl. We were all dragged down to the deepest trench of the sea and were never heard from again.
Sincerely,
(...)
Looking back on it now, it would have benefited me greatly if I paid more attention during my lessons. The sweeping part of the story was true, however. I did in fact make the porch significantly more dirty than when I started. I only hope my history teacher found enjoyment in reading it.
Dear diary,
Today is the first day of summer. I just got back from pottery and my mom expects me to sweep the porch. It only has a couple of leaves, but I sweeped it anyway. It turns out you're supposed to clean the broom before you start sweeping. Now the porch is even more messier than it was in the beginning. Now I only hope that my mom doesn't find out.
I was walking back inside when I thought I heard water running. I ran into the house and checked under my bed. There was nothing. I ran back outside and looked into the well. There was nothing. I ran to the river and stuck my head under the water. Still nothing. Then I heard the most terrifying sound. A little girl screaming. I knew just where it was coming from. It was the one place that I haven't even thought of, the beach. I ran over there with my heart racing. When I got there, I saw no girl. I just saw the waves and the water. My heart was really beating now. It was beating so fast that I thought it was going to pop out of my chest. The next thing I saw was beautiful and scary. Right in front of me was a 30 foot tall wave. I wanted to runaway but I was paralyzed with fear. All I could do was scream. I screamed so loud that everyone from the top of Mt. Olympus to the very south of Crete could hear me. Everyone was running around and going crazy, but it was to late. The wave washed over me and every one in the village. We all died the same way as the little girl. We were all dragged down to the deepest trench of the sea and were never heard from again.
Sincerely,
(...)
Looking back on it now, it would have benefited me greatly if I paid more attention during my lessons. The sweeping part of the story was true, however. I did in fact make the porch significantly more dirty than when I started. I only hope my history teacher found enjoyment in reading it.