21 May 2012
Okay here's some of my first short story. Please leave me comments of what you think so far.!:)
My mouth was dry and my heart beat so hard, I thought it would burst from my chest, and that was the day I ran for my life. Okay let's start from the beginning of where it all began and how. It was May 17th, my third year of college , studying Australian history, we were on a rather exquisite , exciting topic. Which attracted most of the classes interests , my theory being because of the name of this island we were studying, associated with our home country Ireland.
It was the first time any of us had ever came across a place as such, many astonished that the one country they thought was so unique ,in matter of fact has a similar place named after it. The several differences being the habitats and defiantly the weather differed from their hot equatorial climates to our own rain, and more rain. Here in Ireland we are mostly made up of either pale or freckly skin with green or blue eyes , but this country holds dark toned skin with deep brown eyed creatures. Many would compare,( especially the English ancestors),the two countries and have a conclusion of the two being more so the same. As it was England's choice to call this island and many have queries of such as they say this island is the undeveloped Ireland. The people uncivil, rough and violent like the old Celtic Irish, but without the alcohol. This country is to be known as NewIreland.
The main similarity the two islands share , excluding the name , is the love for the enchanting myths and legends left behind from the countries ancestors. The one myth that mostly caught my eye was about their Sun god , known as Merisma. She is known to be the most beautiful , powerful, bright, god of all,with her stunning beauty she can tame any animal or man.
It is believed when the sun is no where to be seen for more than two beats (two hours NewIrish in measurements), she is wondering around in search of a replacement to fill her place. They have to search the island in hope to find her but also in hope she will find them first and be selected as her replacement. This next part I thought I was rather strange until I realised their reasons for such actions. These people of NewIreland are pretty superstitious , like us,but in a more queer behaviour. They believe in order for the goddess to complete her mission, the selected person ...now this is a truly shocking performance , has to devour her whole, within the amount of time she reached you at. If failed to do so , your punishment is having to be sacrificed and ate by the members of the village.
We then read in more detail , the stories of deaths that occurred of some white tourists that visited there. You see Merisma is believed to be a pale white women , as the sun is pretty darn bright it was only logical in their minds. The local natives are all dark as I mentioned before , and only several were lucky enough to see a white human, but sadly that's usually the end. They either drive them out in a mob( in my opinion I'd rather this) or quickly seized for an evening meal amongst them.
Later that following day a few of my friends and I were discussing this topic, as we were amazed that cannibalism still goes on to some extent. We thought about it and wanted to investigate it further by young to this bizarre island, but how would we get there? Then it hit me, we had all arranged to go to NewZealand. This was the answer , and the island of NewIreland is only several miles off its coast, what better not to just get a boat to it. It sounded a great plan until I mentioned it to the others and they declined ,as they get sea sick.
Several hours passes of discussion about the how about's of NewIreland, until it finally hit a fellow friend Matilda, buy I was sure no one would agree with her concept. Go skydiving , I was dazed of the others recoil, yes they were full on into it, without any questions they were searching it up on the Internet and booking it straight away.
The weeks flew by and the trip was just a day away, we were all rushing around gathering and grabbing all items necessary for the final pack.
It was the fifth day after arriving in NewZealand, bored just waiting for the of the skydiving to arrive ,as NewZealand hadn't lived up to its full potential. So we decided to book the skydiving a few days ahead , downside being it was unapproachable as it was booked out.
The day was finally at my doorstep , the chills of excitement travelling rapidly through my body, made me rethink the skydiving. Then the adrenalin washes over and I was ready once again. We loaded our belongings onto a minibus which brought us to our destination, where exactly, is still unknown. We noticed the journey went over one of the largest place names in world, it is a hill known as Taumatawhahatongihanyakaoauaotamateaphaioahenuikitanatah or Taumata for short. It was a rather splendid trip , the scenery was different from Ireland but just as great, maybe a bit better as how it differed.
The journey got rough jarring and very uncomfortable , the nauseousness kicked in and I ending , throwing up all over Jake's lap, which intended him to hurl and stick his head ,firmly out the window to chunder it down the side of the bus. This caused a few others to heave , then everyone remained seating and well again.
The NewIrish Dream! • Opuss № I