The life of a can of Sardines
It was a fine day in my wonderful home. The Glorious sun shined its bright and positive light, and my tribe enjoyed the feeling of safe citizens. Although, it wasn’t long until darkness that was blacker than lacquer had slowly blocked our vision from the light. Everyone was looking with confusion. Being distracted by the darkness, had caught the warriors off guard. Before the blink of an eye, we had been lifted above the surface by a strange object, it was a net!
Due to the lack of water, we had blacked out faster than the speed of light. With the sprinkle of a miracle, we had opened our eyes and yet again saw the beautiful sun. Although, we all knew that it was soon to be over. We scanned with our diligent eyes to see what was the situation, and we soon came to realise we were going to be dinner. I didn’t want my life to have a short gruesome ending!
We were all spazzing out with fear, our water supply on the ground was nearly soon to be nothing but dry concrete. The bright sun decided to shed low heat on our bodies. We were soon to be dried out. While we were suffering, we heard the fishermen rejoicing for their amazing luck of catching a whole society of innocent Sardines. The fishermen put us into a heavy contraption while carrying a very sharp blade. It was sure to be the end.
We were squished in like a big family. I absolutely hated it. The fishermen smothered us in this weird seasoning which caused to tear some of our skin. They were ready to begin the uncomfortable process, but what seemed to them as preparing dinner on a casual day. One fisherman decided to be sneaky and tuck on sardine in his mouth. He had so many sardines to choose from, but it looked to him as I was the most juiciest one. Even though WE ALL LOOKED THE SAME!!!! Luckily, one fisherman had slapped his hand which made me fall back into the bowl. The fisherman also said that we shouldn’t cut off the heads. I was sooo thankful for that. After a good few minutes of oiling us, they had put us in a tin that I wasn’t looking forward to fit in with my family. We were soon opened after so many centuries, the lid was gently opened, and were welcome to the mouth of an infant.
Written by Mathan.
Hi Mathan its Jaimie from Room 8 St Bernadettes school. I really like the way you described your story like you were the sardine, it created a very interesting picture in my head. Maybe next time you could include a picture of a sardine can which will attract more people to read your story. Other than that you are a brilliant writer and I am looking forward to your next story!
ReplyDeletehi mathan,
ReplyDeleteI really like how you made the story as if you were the sardine. I was really attracted because of your big bold title. keep up the good job.