Our objective for this task was to create a piece of writing on if we were sharks. We were to make it creative, interesting and entertaining, but not too long.

Shark Writing

I am a shark. There’s nothing to it really. All I do each day is swim; that and eat. I eat to survive, so I don’t see why everybody is scared of being eaten by me.

I was taking a stroll, and while chewing on a couple of measly fish I saw that there was a big grey fish. I think to myself ‘I bet I could beat it in a duel’. I charge at it full speed, which turns out worse than what I’d imagined. From above my aquatic confinements, I hear multiple cries of terror. Although big and juicy, its hard exterior brings me away from the battle.

I didn’t realise this was a squid, because when I hit it, the fish, or squid, started leaching out black ink into the water. I accidentally inhale some of its ink and start to feel a bit tired. A small school of fish seem to be surrounded by the squid’s odourous concoction. Easy prey. The small fish barely move before I snag them into my grasp.

I try to swim away but the evil black liquid prevents me from doing so. I slow to the speed of a sea snail. Now I understand the problem with those fish; they inhaled oil. I look up to see that I wasn’t battling a large fish or a colossal squid, it was a boat. The boat leaked oil when I hit it. The screams were from humans. Now it’s my fault I’m dying.

I can’t move a single fin. I’m stiff, but slowly relax my muscles. I hope I don’t meet any of the fish I’ve slaughtered in Fish-Heaven. At least I’m dying with a full stomach.