Jia Jia Ho

For example, we were to write a story, with inspiration from an advertisement:
 How Mountains Were Created: A Myth 

“Look, Mommy, mountains! Wow!” Timmy, a little boy called to his mom. The small family of three were on a vacation in Peru, enjoying the mountains. As you probably know, however, most boys, at the age of 3, don’t have very much interest in nature. However, Timmy was no ordinary boy; he was interested in everything that had to do with biology: trees, animals, cells, and anything you can think of that lives. In his parents’, Daniel and Diana’s opinions, Timmy was destined to be a scientist when he grew up. “Wow!” Timmy called again, unaware of how exactly the mountains were created.

8,000 years before………..

Daniel was taking his usual morning stroll in Grand God Park, where all the Gods exercised, vacationed, and “relaxed their senses,” or so the Elders liked to say. Right now, Daniel was thinking; thinking about how someday he would have to take the throne, and how the lives and justice of the people would be in his hands. He was afraid that he would not be loved, or even liked; he was scared that he would be overthrown, as his uncle had been. It was a brutal and bloody overthrowing, too. That was how his father had become King, and now, he was next in line. Also, he was afraid for his father’s life; the people didn’t like Zuesus much either, and there were rumours that there were plans being made for his overthrowing.

Meanwhile, in his underground lair, Grustco was planning; planning something that would affect his life and possibly others’. You see, Grustco came from one of the poorest families in the village. He’d grown up without toys and friends, unlike the other kids, and he’d certainly lived without luxuries. Now, his plan was to kill Daniel, the next heir to the throne. He didn’t, however, want to harm Zuesus, for the fear of being caught and hanged in the cruellest way that was saved only for the murderers. You see, security around the God King was the tightest security around. If you touched a hair on the King’s head, you were put in the chamber of darkness for at least a year. However, security around the little God Prince was easy to get by; Daniel’s bodyguards were his friends, on account of his request to his father. While Daniel was thinking of how he would treat the People, he saw, at the corner of his eye, something pop up from underground. This wasn’t unusual; many Gods, especially the dark-loving ones, had homes underground where they liked to take vacations from the sunlight. However, Daniel had a nagging suspicion that this wasn’t one of his dad’s friends; he could see the cloud of black smoke that only Gods could see in Evil. While he was thinking whether to run or to stay calm, Daniel felt two cold hands around his neck. The last thing he saw before everything went black was his friends: his bodyguards, running towards the ground which he’d disappeared through. When Daniel woke up, he was on a cot in a  dungeon. He groggily called out, “where am I?”

“You are underground, my friend,” Daniel heard a silky voice say, and then he saw a head in front of his nose. The face was ugly; full of warts and grime. His eyes were red, and he looked horrifying. “Here you go, you must be thirsty, child,” the man crooned, in, once again, a silky voice. Daniel felt a liquid that tasted like stinky cheese flow into his mouth. He swallowed; he had no choice, then everything was dark once again. When Grustco had heard Daniel murmur about where he was, he was surprised. The sleeping drug was supposed to last four suns, not one moon! He was worried. His plan wasn’t working out well. The plan had been to let Daniel sleep until he died of starvation. But it seemed that wasn’t about to work. Then, Grustco had an idea; he could do the opposite of what he had planned: he would feed Daniel until he was about to burst (literally), then feed him even more! One thing Grusco didn’t know: Daniel was a God and Gods couldn’t die unless they were hanged or they themselves committed suicide. Until then, even if somebody put a sword through them, they’d remain alive. Meanwhile, Daniel was dreaming about the multi-coloured ducks in Grand God Park; how they laughed when you touched them, and growled when you pulled their long tails. He was awakened by a noise; somebody yelling: “DANIEL, WAKE UP! THERE’S GOING TO BE A FEAST AND I’M SURE YOU DON’T WANT TO MISS IT, CONSIDERING HOW HUNGRY YOU MUST BE!!!!” In fact, Grustco was right: Daniel was hungry. He quickly ran out the opened cell door and towards the voice. When he got to a large, circular room, lit only by 2 candles, he saw what he’d always wished for: mountains and mountains of food. He quickly sat down and started eating. “Good boy,” somebody praised him. It was the ugly man, the one who had come when he’d first woken up. “Who’re you?” asked Daniel, while stuffing his mouth with food. “I, my friend, am Grustco, the one who brought you here. Before you say anything else, let me answer your unsaid questions, shall I? Ok, here we go: I brought you to this place because I knew you loved food, and just might like a feast for your early birthday present. Oh, and how do I know? Well, you see, I am a very observant person. Why am I a complete stranger to you? Well, I’m not. Don’t you remember me from that royal ball your father held? I was the one who was questioning you about your likes, dislikes, and so on. ” “Yeth, I do rembuh yuh,” said Daniel, his mouth full of food. After he was done stuffing himself (94 plates of multi-coloured duck, 67 bowls of flower pollen, 102 cups of chocolate juice, 45 whole pigs, 99 cows, and much, much more), Daniel went to bed. By now, his stomach was sticking out, and it was as long as he was tall, and Daniel was TALL. 9247 meters and 74 centimetres, to be exact. You see, most Gods were only around 4000 meters. Now, when he lay down, his stomach made a dent in the ceiling of his cell, or his “room,” as he liked to call it. Now that he knew he would be getting lots of food every day, he was content. While Daniel was sleeping, Grustco was stuffing more food into his mouth. He’d given Daniel a pill which made him swallow whenever his mouth got full. Now, Daniel’s stomach was at least 1,0000 meters high, and the only reason why the ground wasn’t cracking was because the grounds in The Land were flexible, at the time. Meanwhile, above the secret lair, King Zeusus was having one of the nymphs clip his toenails. He didn’t realize that his son was gone. In fact, he wouldn’t care if he was gone; then he wouldn’t have to deal with the little pest every day. Outside, the mountain was growing, as was Daniels’ stomach. Down below, Grusco was getting frustrated. Daniel wasn’t showing any signs of pain, as he should have by now. Up above, it was morning. The townspeople and the Gods woke up to find a mountain in the middle of the Park. “Oh. Candy, the nature goddess, has gone to work again,” they thought, and didn’t any more attention to it. In the lair, Daniel had awoken and was examining his stomach. He was suspicious again, and suspected that Grustco wasn’t really that nice and was actually trying hurt him, or something like that. After all, if this had happened to a normal human, they would surely be dead by now. He then told Grustco that he was a God, and if he were trying to kill him, it wouldn’t work. “WHAT?!?!?” Grustco had yelled, then had screamed something that Daniel couldn’t make out. Afterwards, there had been a blood curling and un-human screech, then Grustco had yelled at Daniel to get out, which he’d gladly done. When he got outside and under the bright morning sun, Daniel looked at what his stomach had done. This was just the beginning of mountains. You see, Grustco was persistent with his “fabulous” plan, and kept trying it out on people and Gods alike. Some died, some didn’t; but they all created mountains.

To this day, Grustco is still alive, though not targeting humans anymore, because he has begin to faint at the sight of blood. He’s happy with just working his evil plan on Gods. He’s also changed his plan to just scaring the Gods. He likes the looks on their faces, and is extremely content. Sometimes the Gods faint, but no more to they create mountains. They do the opposite: create giant holes in the ground. As for Daniel, don’t worry about him. Eventually, after 4 suns of not eating, his stomach went back to normal, and now he is the happy ruler of the Gods. The People love him, and don’t plan to overthrow him anytime soon. His bodyguards are still his friends; older now, and wiser. He lives a happy life with his wife, Diana, and his 3-year-ol son Timmy, who loves the mountains.

That, my friend, is how mountains were created.

THE END

�  Author’s Paragraph 

This picture inspired me because I thought of how someone would feel if they knew the evil story on how mountains were created. Since I’ve always liked to know what goes on behind the scenes (mostly in movies), I thought, “why not make a story like this?” The beautiful mountains made me want to write a story about how the making of mountains wasn’t nearly as beautiful. Also, since the word “God” is in the advertisement, this inspired me to write a story about gods. Since a lot of stories about gods are myths, I decided to make mine a myth too. My favourite line from the story is, “There had been a blood curling and un-human scream…” because the description makes it almost real; I can almost hear the scream. Overall, I’m very satisfied with this story. I thought I did a great job, and I though my plot was interesting and clever.