Warning, this fic contains 95 percent crap and 5 percent poetry, which I did not write myself. The fic was written on a whim during school, 'cos I was bored and my friend gave me this random idea. So yeah.
The poem was written by my maple son for my birthday, which was on the 6th of August, if anyone is interested.
As usual, read and try to review, though it may be hard, seeing that there's so little for you to review on. :X
Life is boring. Why doesn't anything interesting ever happen around here? I sigh as I peek out of my blue house, stretching as I soak in the warmth of the morning sunshine.
Gliding along, I head towards the town centre without a care as I catch a glance of the headlines posted on the notice board- another brutal attack by the People.
"Got to be careful nowadays..." someone mutters, as she ushers her children along, moving past me as I weave in and out of the normal market crowd.
Closing my eyes, I make a left turn and head towards my normal rock, where I will sunbath for hours on end, as usual. Life is just so mundane.
As I imagine how life could be like if I had been born as something else, something more powerful, I unknowingly crawl into the wrong grass patch and end up outside of the safe zone.
I freeze as I take in my surroundings; thank goodness there's no trace of the People. My eyes scan the area before me.
So this is what their world is like. It's so much more colourful than ours…
"Yay, a snail!" a voice yells from behind me as the sound of footsteps increases with each passing moment.
I edge my body forward and try to rush back towards the secret entrance. Yes, I'm moving fast! Maybe I should consider join the Snailympics later this year.
A blade swishes in the air as I almost reach the entrance. Crying out, I feel metal slice my skin as pain envelopes.
Suddenly, the agony dies away, and I feel myself becoming stronger, contrary to belief that we disintegrate into nothingness upon dying.
I'm alive? Strange, I feel more powerful. This is it! I'm finally given a chance to do something fun! Look out world, here I come!
Opening my eyes, I begin to swear.
I'm a bloody red snail.
Alright, so here's the poem. :D
I'm wishing you another year
Of laughter, joy and fun,
Surprises, love and happiness,
And when your birthday's done,
I hope you feel deep in your heart,
As your birthdays come and go,
How very much you mean to me,
More than you can know.
