mánudagur, febrúar 28, 2005

Hvað haldið þið... Ég er kominn aftur

Ég er greinilega ekki eins leiðinlegur og leit út fyrir að vera, ég er kominn aftur. Þar sem að það er alveg crazy að gera hjá mér í skólanum núna þá ætla ég bara að henda inn hérna einni sögu sem ég samdi í ensku fyrir jól, og vona ég að þið hafið gaman af.

Ibbi on the Ibbibb Island and the Ibbibbibbs

There was a man. His name was Ibbi, and if his name is read in reverse, his name was also ibbI. He lived on an island, he called it the Ibbibb Island. Ibbi was the only man living on that island. He did not know how old he was, because he did not know any language and did not know when he was born. He lived in a cave on that island. All his knowledge he had learnt by himself. He hunted for his food, made his clothes and home all by himself. He was happy, because he did not know anything else. This was his life and he had lived it for a long time.
On the Ibbibb Island there was a beautiful beach, which had palm trees, white sand and clean ocean. This was the perfect beach. Behind the beach there were big pungent cliffs, and in the middle of the island there was a big mountain. Ibbi never forgot when he awoke once, and everything was shaking and some hot stuff and a lot of smoke came out of the mountain. He thought that the mountain was alive and gave it a name, the Ibbibbibbs. But we know that Ibbibbibbs was just a regular volcano.
One day Ibbi was walking on the beach on Ibbibb Island. He saw some big white thing out in the sea. He decided to wait until he could see what it was, but he waited and waited until it was so dark that he couldn’t see. He woke up again, after the next sunrise, and ran to the beach to check whether the white thing was still there. And to his surprise it was still there. He again waited, but suddenly it moved forward and was heading near the beach. It was huge, and again it stopped and some smaller brown things appeared on the sea. But this time he could see some creatures that looked like him on the brown things. Before this happened Ibbi had only seen animals and insects so this was something new for him. When the creatures were almost at Ibbi’s beach, he got scared because they were all staring at him, so he ran away up to his friendly mountain. When it was dark, Ibbi heard them, and saw them on the beach. They had lit fire and made these strange caves out of some material and sticks. They were letting out these strange sounds, and looking at each other while they were doing it. Ibbi lay on the grass and was looking at them through the bushes. He was almost asleep when two big creatures were sounding loud and pointing at him. Suddenly more creatures arrived and they all held poor Ibbi. He was so scared, he did not know what they were going to do to him. He tried to get away but couldn’t. Suddenly his friendly mountain Ibbibbibbs started screaming and a smoke came out of it. All the creatures started making very loud noices and took away their caves, went again on the brown things and disappeared in the dark. Ibbi ran to his cave and stayed there until it was bright again and the mountain had stopped screaming. He went on the beach and nothing was there. Ibbi walked out into the sea and walked until he couldn’t walk longer because of the depth. Then he started swimming, he had learned that by himself. He wanted to know where the creatures had gone. He swam and swam and had swum very far away from Ibbibb Island. He was so tired and he knew that he could not swim back. He was trying to let his body float but it didn’t last for a long time. Ibbi had swallowed a lot of water and felt so good while he felt his lungs being filled with water. He could breathe in the sea, and this was his best feeling ever.

Ibbi was again so happy until everything went black.
Ibbi’s body sank to the bottom of the ocean. Curiosity had killed the happy Ibbi.

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