Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt: Crimson Water
How will you interpret this prompt? It is linked to our work in class, studying the whale hunters of Indonesia, but you can interpret it however you wish, as usual!
Die, live and survive
Shadow man was sharping his machete with a bloody knife. His not very good job with yo-yo wasn’t the best it had made the younger kids at the museum feel depressed, so he had left in a hurry. He was happy that it was he to himself but knew that it wouldn’t last. Nothing was good these days with sickos everywhere. No Internet, no nothing. All people did was fight, find weapons and joke around. He was happy all the kids in London were joining together and fighting, but were they going to die or live?
a thing from my book
Crimson Water
There was something out there in the blue. Something big. It created a noise louder than the blue whale. It was named the Bloop. An expedition was sent to the heart of the sound and to find out what it was. It was a small convoy of ships that carried sonar and 50 Cal cannons. This was just in case it was a hostile creature. As they approached the source a massive wave ripped over the ships. Something rose out of the water. The cannons were useless and soon the water filled with blood. It is still out there, waiting.
Crimson Water
The sea was red. The colour of blood. The colour of death. The boat disturbed the calm water, making ripples as it went by. The oars dipped in and out of the freezing ocean. A small, melting iceberg sat on the water. It twisted and moved gently with the tides. On it sat a polar bear. It’s white camouflage kept it safe from its new predators. It didn’t need to disguised, it had no prey to catch. Then the arrows came. The first few missed their target. A fourth one was shot. It hit home. Blood flooded the ice.
As I ran through the dead bodies, trying to find shelter, I could see our men falling to the ground, one by one. I was scared, hungry and tired. The grass was covered in blood, very dark blood, like crimson. My father was out there somewhere and I had to save him. He is the only family I have got. I looked over each one of the bodies, to see if it was my dad. Then, I felt something at my head and I slowly turned around. It was our enemy.
A sharp pain, then blackness.
I awoke.
My heart was beating so fast, I was about to board the boat to kill the whale! My children waved me and all the men off. We rowed and rowed for what seemed eternity. Finally we got there and then we were waiting and waiting for the whale to come. Then water sprayed our faces and it had surfaced. First my brother tried to stab it, but he missed. Then many other men tried until I killed it; me. When we got back we all celebrated and we wont starve any longer. I will write tomorrow…
In The Sea, With The Blood
All through me, I feel pain. All around me, I see pain. The waters are turning crimson, with lives, with memories. Of happiness, and enjoyment. Its as if the enemies have no hearts, for ours. They don’t have to do this to us, as what did we do to them? They never had to shoot us, or throw us into this water, that’s becoming warm with blood, but colder to our bodies. They had no right to do this to us, but they’re cold blooded killers, not that that makes any difference. At all.
Crimson Water
In WW3 there was a river that ran across the battlefield and it came from a mountain called Cascofske that was a perfect blue with a hint of green from the dappled light on the moss hiding beneath the surface.
Then there was a war that turned that beautiful stream crimson. There was a war camp that turned the water the way it is today. The men slit throats and discard the bleeding bodies into Cascofske as if it were a dump!
More and more were piled into the river and the life in the river was lost.
SURVIVE OR DIE!!
I said goodbye to my wife and child. It was hard to say goodbye because I might not come back. The whole crew helped to roll the boat from the shore into the water. We row out to sea as quickly as we can to avoid being close to shore. Out in the deep ocean the crew readied the harpoons. The man at the front of the first boat spotted a whale and started to shout “WHALE! WHALE!” My brother moved up onto the front of the boat and harpooned the whale in the head.
TO BE CONTINUED….
Bad Dreams
People call it crimson waters,
If you dare go there beware…
In the middle of the woods,
A small brook runs,
Red as blood it is,
Don’t go there,
It’s a dangerous place for humane eyes,
If you watch you won’t survive,
This is a warning call,
Take my advice,
I should know,
People call it Crimson Waters,
If you dare go there beware,
…
Suddenly I awoke,
Rain trickled down my neck,
My eyes darted fearfully around,
My hand was smothered,
Enveloped,
With a sticky red liquid,
“Crimson waters”, I whispered,
Then I realised,
It was time.
It was alright
It was everywhere. Nothing lived once it touched it. It was the people in the space suits that brought it.Horrible blood red water. The stupid space men. They’d brought it back from space. It was like a disease that spread . Their was still people up their. No one on earth wanted them back, not even their families. It was terrible. Children fled their cities on bikes. Adults broke into NASA and left in space ships .The water it left no survivors. Except two. The two that had been left in space. How do I know? Because I was one of them.
I hunt whales
I hunt them for my village
I need them for survival
I hunt whales.
We watch from the cliffs
until they come up
suddenly I spot one
I hunt whales.
We rush for the boats
as quick as can be
we drag them into the water
I hunt whales.
People rush in including me
clambering, shouting
with our harpoons
I hunt whales.
My brother takes aim
taut with all his might
clutching his harpoon
I hunt whales.
He misses the target
my turn now, it’s a hit!
The beast is dead in crimson water
I hunt whales.
This is the last report from Jane Brown, who went missing in the indonesian ocean last Wednesday. Detectives believe a whale may have flipped the boat she was reporting from.
“I am a viewing the goriest sport I have ever seen in my whole career as a travel writer.
The Lamera tribe hunt sperm whales. Huge endangered animals that are seen as food in this small culture. After being speared, the whale suffers from 8-12 hours. It is not a pretty process.
I am on one of their simple fishing boats to get an even closer view of this activity.