Battle Against The Tide

Drowning. A frantic thrash in the waves is what comes to mind at the mention of this word, but it’s far more then that, it’s a fight for survival, a fight for the right to continue on your merry way in this world. A fight that starts innocently enough but is over far too quickly, and is far to deadly, for it to be something worthwhile.
Drowning is more of a sub genre of suffocation, specifically liquid asphyxiation then its own special form of death. It doesn’t even need water to be involved as the name suggest, it could be glue from an unlucky tumble into an industrial vat or your own blood, slowly trickling into your lungs, until your body gets to the point where its to oxygen starved to even try to breathe.

It was a warm sunny day, perfect for a trip to the beach. So without a cloud in the sky or a worry in the world we were off to the beach. The trip was the same as it always was, just a prerequisite for the fun that awaited. I-Spy and was played as the radio blared out the usual “Number One Hits” of now.

And then we were there, stay between the flags they called as we raced off in a flurry of sand and laughter. The soft swish of sand falling on sand was soon drowned out by the roar of the ocean, as waves broke on dark rocks far outside of the safe haven that was between the flags. It was cold, but I didn’t care, shivering with delight

I dived under the waves with a whoop of joy.

It wasn’t long until I realized I was alone.
Gazing around I spotted my fellow ocean go-ers clustered together between the flags, having a great time in the sun. I turned my gaze in the opposite direction and was struck with panic, as dark rocks pierced the ocean no more then 10 metres away from myself. I struggled against the current as it pulled me towards the rocks, ready to tear through me as if I was one of the waves that threw themselves at them.
Panic over took rational thought as years of swimming technique was instantly for gotten and replaced with a blind urge to flail and scream.
I screamed, I shouted, I waved, until my voice was hoarse and was arms grew tired, but to no avail, as my family lounged in the sun and shallows, I was drawn into shadow as I failed to the fight the current.

I was so tired. But I couldn’t give up; I so had much left to do, and so little to show for my life so far. Could this be it? As the rocks loomed ever closer, and the boom of the waves muted all other sounds, I used all my strength, my will, my emotion into one final attempt at survival. My eyes stung and throat burned, from a combination of tears and water, as I swam with everything I had.

But the current was to strong, as my final reserves of energy were expended, I gave one last cry, one of loneliness, sorrow and anger. Did someone hear? Is my rescue imminent, I couldn’t tell.

I had lost this battle.

And as I began to sink into the water, as my vision darkened and my lungs cried out for oxygen, and as the rocks towered over me, I was finally at peace.

English With Waffles... Part 2!

Yes. It's Back.

Time for another Essay about Brian.
Expect another tomorrow.

Why Brian's Death was a good thing

Brian's death is not a bad thing. Why? Several reasons;
It was natural selection, "survival of the fittest".
OR
It was his choice, making it a suicide.
And it also serves as a reminder of the dangers of alcohol.

First up, Natural selection. Brian's death was (if not deliberate) caused by stupidity, ignorance and bad genes (weak liver and compulsion control).
Since weak genes lead to a weak species, its fair to say his death was good due to the fact that he won't be able to pass on weak genes and the human race will strengthened from the loss of these bad genetics.

Secondly, if his death was by choice, it was a suicide.
How is this good? Well it was Brian's life to do with what he willed, and if he wished to, the choice of cutting his life short was his.
Now the reasons for him committing suicide are unknown, so this is all speculation but; New Zealand has one of the highest teen suicide rates in the world, and a high depression rate. Now these statistics seem to go hand in hand, but whether depression lead to his suicide, is impossible to say (at this point in time).
All we can say is that his choice of self harm seemed to be that famous Russian poison.

Finally, whether this death was caused by stupidity, bad genes or was just a teens cry for help is irrelevant, what this death really is, is a reminder of the dangers of alcohol. Seeing the effects of drinking in excess splattered across the nations media educates the public about the dangers of alcoholism. Undoubtedly, several people will take heed of this warning and re-access their thoughts and actions which are related to alcohol. Thus Brian is rendered a useful martyr.

In conclusion, Brian's death is a good thing. It's filtered our gene pool and/or fulfilled his wishes of suicide and provided us with a splendid martyr.
Thus Brian's death is a worth while in several ways.

English With Waffles

Now this essay is about an imaginary character called Brian, who drank himself to death with a bottle of vodka. He was 13.
(Fun Fact: The word count for this essay was set at 17-777 words)

Why Nicholas Cage caused Brian's death.

Brian's death is Nicholas Cage's fault. This will be obvious after you've read this essay, as we look at his influences on society, behavior and recent movies.

First, how he influences society.
Being a fairly mainstream actor, and his movies generally popular, Nicholas Cage has become one of the many figures who shape our pop culture and by extension, our society. We shall look at the effects of this later on.

Next, his behavior, on screen and off.
In the majority of his movies Cage has played a drinker, more often then not an alcoholic. Off the silver screen he is also an alcoholic, this combined with his influences over society, makes it obvious that he supports a binge drinking culture, strengthening the pressures teens are under to take part in this destructive culture.

Third and finally, his recent movies, more specifically, his ones made with Disney, have thrown the world into a state of madness, with their bad story lines and melodramatics.

In conclusion, the amount of evidence against Mr. Cage is staggering. His powers over society have been misused, in order to create a new generation of alcoholics, and headless to the consequences, this caused Brian to steal and scull a bottle of Vodka, leading to his death by alcohol poisoning. This self destructive behavior, must be controlled, rather then supported by pop icons.



Eherm...

Until next time, farewell.

Darkness Only Hides..

The gravel crunched under his feet as he pounded down the driveway, towards his house.
Cold crisp air stung at his lungs with each gasp he pulled into them.
Now fumbling at the door with his keys, he wrenched it open and as soon as he was inside, slammed it shut, and locked, bolted and chained it. And it was only then,
with only the sound of his breathing for company, did the young man, Liam, Slide to the floor holding his head in his hands.

He sat there for several minutes, getting back his breath,until the silence was broken, or more accurately, it began.
The sounds of the night fell away, crickets stopped chirping and the constant noise of distant traffic sunk to a whisper, then to nothing.
Only then be replaced by the barely audible, slow, crunching of gravel underfoot.
Gravel, the driveway is made of gravel....
Driveway leads to the house...
Towards the door..
Towards Liam.

And instantly he was up and running, his second wind now in effect, around the house, which was filled with the bangs and clatters of windows slamming and blinds stuttering shut.

The house now secure, or as secure as he could make it, Liam sat down in the dining room with the lights on. Panting heavily, from a mix of fear and adrenaline rather then physical exertion, Liam started to laugh at his paranoia. No one was after him. He shouldn't get so worked up over shadows in the corners of his eyes, faces in windows, peering out of the dark... Or figures standing in the middle of the road...

Then he remembered the footsteps. Standing up he cautiously made his way to the front window, and parted the blinds ever so slightly with his fingers, and peered out.. And sighed, nothing was there....Wait.
A sound, or more specifically that ever familiar silence breaking, crunch.

Jumping back from the window Liam spun around, seeking the origin of the footstep.
The back of the house? But nothings there, not even a backdoor.. Why stop there?
Unless...

Eyes wide open, he raced upstairs, only to find himself to late. His bedroom window was open, and covered in condensation, or some of it was. Tears streaming down his face Liam sank to the floor. Far to late he had remembered this window for all to see, imprinted upon it was a mans hand print, except this was double the size of a normal print, and could only belong to one thing..

Halfway through wiping his eyes, shaky hands ever present Liam stopped. He could hear his bedroom door creaking shut. Turning around he finally saw it face to face.
It looked like a man, a 10 foot tall man, stooping to avoid the houses low ceiling, the suited being peered at Liam, with a featureless white face while Liam could only watch, paralyzed with fear and ignorant to the now empty state of his bladder, as a thin black tendril extended from behind its back.

Hypnotized by the tendril, Liam's gaze followed it, all the way to the light switch.
Then with a click the room was plunged into darkness..
And it was then Liam realized, just because you can't see something doesn't mean its not there.
His scream cut out after two seconds.

Three days later, when a missing persons report was issued, Police showed up at Liam's house and found nothing, except for the deep bloody scratch marks torn into the bedroom door, as if something or someone, was trying to get out...

Welcome

Welcome to my second blog,
As the name implies, it is for my storys (Most of which will be short)

As you read this I will (or will have) be posting (or have posted, this being the more likely) my first story.

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