For the past few weeks we have been doing myth writing. We had to choose a natural phenomenon and make a myth about why we have them or how they happen. The learning behind this task was to learn how to describe things specifically and to learn the structure of a myth. What I enjoyed was actually writing the myth. It was really fun. Only because it was a myth and you can add almost anything into a myth. What I found tricky was to think of what phenomenon I was going to do because I had so many ideas. What I have learnt from this is to describe certain things properly. Next time I would probably write less and do my paragraphs better.
Bye, blog you later!
This is my work:
Why We Have Avalanches
On a cold snowy mountain top, stood a skier. It was exactly 10am. The exact time snow falls. Snow came from the snow cloud filled sky. Trees were frozen with icicles hanging from their bare branches. The ski prints that were planted on the mountain faded away as more snow fell. The snow was piling higher. “Here I go!!!!!” were the loud and rumbling words that came from the masked skier.
Faster than lightning the masked skier raced down the ski slope. The chair lift came closer and closer into sight. People in yellow vests became visible. Splish! The Masked Skier came to a stop, sending snow everywhere. People were drowned in snow.
The next day, the ski slope was closed because an avalanche was due. “Pah!” said The Masked Skier “It is a big snowfall today. I wanna ski!” He thundered. He tread through the ropes that had been put up to block of the ski slope. The chairlifts weren’t going so The Masked Skier had to walk up the mountain instead.
Meanwhile underground…
“Today is my time to shine” explained the Underground God, Nepulus. “I will make an avalanche!” Nepulus always had a big feast going. Only because he was very vain and thought he was boss of the world. Nepulus was a very evil god that
captured the sky goddesses and made them his slaves.
Upperland…
The Masked Skier was clipping on his skis when he felt a whole bunch of cold and icy snow fall on top of him. “Stupid snow” muttered the masked skier. More snow fell. The Masked Skier regretting going up the mountain now, but it was to late. He had his skies on and had to go down the mountain.
His skies were making tracks down the hill side. The snow started to crack, the snow fell. The Masked Skier was swept away by icy whiteness. Nepulus was having his avalanche party down under the Earth’s surface.
Bang! The Masked Skier hit something hard. Suddenly, he felt an arm grab him. He was out of the snow and in front of a fire. Why am I in front of a fire? Thought The Masked Skier. “Hello, I’m Philip. Who are you?” asked a suspicious voice. the masked skier was startled to hear a voice as no one should have been around as the ski slope was shut. “I, I’m Chris, Chris Pickle” replied the masked skier.
“What happened?” Asked Chris. “Nepulus made an avalanche” said Philip. Chris had gotten used to this person now. Just not the place. It was a wooden cabin. Probably Philips house. It had only a bathroom. No other room was in sight. The only lights were 7 candles and the fire. “Who is Nepulus?” wondered Chris. “Nepulus is the underground god. Twice every winter he holds a dance party and it makes an avalanche. Only here because he lives right under this mountain in the winter” explained Philip. “Oh” said Chris
“Does he make the earthquakes as well?” Chris asked curiously. “Yes, yes he does. He moves around and bangs against the crust of the earth. That is how we have earthquakes.” Chris was nodding his head up and down.
Suddenly, it all made sense…
The End
No comments:
Post a Comment