Tagged from Ji Keon
May 24, 2007 by spermwhale
I got this thingy from my friend’s blog : http://thoughtdissector.blogspot.com/
Section I: Write a story, by answering these questions as if you’re telling a story.
- So you’re walking along in a forest. What season is it?
- After a while, you come to a wall. What kind of wall is it? (height, material, shape, etc..)
- What do you do about it?
- Further in the forest, you happen upon a cup. Describe the cup.What do you do with it (if anything)?
- Next you spot a knife. Describe the knife.What do you do with it (if anything)?
- Next you come across a body of water. What type of body of water is it?What do you do about it?
- Finally, the path you seemed to have made for yourself looks like it ends at a cave. What do you think of it? What do you do about it?
The End.
* Pls do write your story before u read section III, otherwise you’ll just tailor ur story, and that’ll ruin the fun =P
Section II: Post your story in Comments.
Section III: Here’s what your story means:
The journey through the forest represents your life. The way you feel about the season you picked represents the way you feel about life. If it’s winter in your story and you love winter, you are enjoying your life.The wall represents your problems in life. The height, material, and shape is your view of your problems’ surmountability. What you do about it is how you face your problems.The cup means your friends. What you do with it is you feel about them or how you treat them.The knife is your view of marriage. What you do with it is how you feel about it.The body of water is your view of sex. Was it a large ocean of opportunity? Was it a dirty puddle? Did you jump in? Did you drink it up? Did you pass it by?The cave is your view of death. If you went in, you are not afraid of death.
This is what I wrote:
One day, after having a row with my parents, i decided to take a walk in the woods behind my house.
It was autumn during that time. Dried leaves had turned a dull red colour and were dropping all around me. I took a deep breath and inhaled a deep lungful of cool, crisp, autumn air, trying to clear my mind a bit. Every step i took made a dry crunching sound as i made my way into the heart of the forest. It was a good thing it was autumn otherwise the forest would have been too thick for treking.
After walking around aimlessly for 10 minutes, i stumbled upon an old crumbling wall. It was made of red brick, just like those used in 18th centuary architecture. Part of the wall was covered with spray paint left behind by vandals and druggies who had nothing better to do. I passed my hand gently over the rough surface of the wall, feeling the dusty crevices between the bricks of the ancient stone structure. I remembered the time when my dad used to bring me out to this parts of the woods, and told me old stories of the glorious and magnificent past this structure once held, when i was much younger. Alas, those days were long gone…
I heaved my self over the old brick wall. It must’ve been ages since I last came here. Was it fate that actually brought me back to this place? As i descended from the wall, I stepped on an old plastic cup, flattening it and spilling out the filthy rain water gathered inside. I watched the small mosquito larvae squirm around for a bit, as the water slowly seeped in between the dry leaves.
Beside the plastic cup was an old rusty knife. About 6 inches in length. The surface of the wall next to the knife had the words "Love Susan forever" etched on it. I picked up the knife and examined it. Nothing special… Just a rusty knife. I put it back where i found it. No way i’m going to carry that thing around !
I kept on walking, leaving the old building behind me. Soon, I reached the part where the forest ends, reavealing the view of a huge lake with steady blue mountains residing at its horizon. I gazed at the crystal clear waters and spotted tiny fish swimming around at the bottom. A few ducks floated around lazily leaving behind a trail of ripples. I took off my shoes and dipped my toes into the lake. Brrr… its cold… Definately not the right season for swimming…
I walk along the sandy shores of the lake until I reached the mouth of a small cave… Legend has it that a long time ago smugglers used this cave to hide their loot (sounds cliche, but thats how i really pictured it to be like). Now, apart from bat droppings and a few skeletons left behind by dead animals, there isn’t really much to see. As i took a step in, a chilly gust of wind blew out of the cave, whistling and moaning in its wake. Man, now i do wish that i had picked up that rusty knife and brought it along… It might have offered me a little protection, if any, against whatever that is lurking beneath the shadows. I switched on my torch, and proceeded my journey into the inky depths of the cave…
To be continued… or not? depends… haha…
If this story is a true indication of my life, I’d be pretty troubled over the way i perceive my friends (plastic = cheap and disposable? mosquito larvae = potential threat?) and the way i treat them (step on them and squash them). Am i really that kind of person?
Btw… the name “Susan” is purely fictitious. I dont know anyone by the name “Susan”…
well, the only thing i’m certain is that — i fear death. That part is quite accurate
yellow tai! havent been here in ages but come oni wanna comment XD
hmm friends kena step on, marriage unimportant & not right season for sex hehe
Hello Leannez!!
Wa, the way u put it, my life like very sad lohs =(
Haha…