I would just like to share my deepest apologies for the rescent unannounced absence. The reason I would really rather not speak of, basically a few family problems. Again I am very sorry.
It confuses me that other counties spell English words differently. After all they are English and since it is named after us and are original native language I think the way we spell should be the correct way in any country. I don't mind it is just something I find very confusing.
Oh yeah that always happens to me, it gets on my nerves, I use both version 2006 and vista. Whenever I type certain Santharian words into word it changes the language spell checker to German. I have tried changing it back to English a million times but it just changes straight back after.
Another thing that I find quite strange is that even the Santharian spell checker does not except Santharian words so that is really annoying. Because if you have a lot of Santharian words in your post then when it goes through the spell checker it can take ages just to get through the Santharian words let alone the English words.
Ah those little darlings are so precious. Just looking at the pictures makes me want to speak that little baby voice and stroke them. I have got a little pitch-black cat called Tilly.
Okay I have seriously been trying to get all that done, but I really do not see how some of those questions can be answered. Actually I suppose the fact that it called "The mystery we call life" speaks for itself really. Mysteries must have unanswered questions; otherwise they are no longer mysteries. Mysteries are meant for people to judge themselves.
Thank you for the suggestion Talia, that sounds like a great idea, I will get right to it. But would you mind please directing me to where I can find the Santharian cook book. Just so I can see if there are any dishes that would be suitable to put as an answer to the first line.
Introduction: Still being written. Sorry I used the same question format as my last poem, I have been having real trouble getting words down on paper recently.
The Mystery we call life
Have you ever tasted the sweetness in a burning spice? Have you ever tasted the fiery heat in snow and ice? Have you ever tasted the thickness in pure water? Have you ever tasted the rarest in all there is to offer?
Have you ever smelt the sea in the middle of a desert? Have you ever smelt a rose scent locked away in prison? Have you ever smelt the freshest air in a blazing fire? Have you ever smelt the world’s aroma in one sniff?
Have you ever felt love when the heart has gone awry? Have you ever felt the softest touch on a dagger edge? Have you ever felt the truest of all emotions in a second? Have you ever felt the end is near when it has all just begun?
Have you ever heard a voice when it does not speak? Have you ever heard a call when no one wants you? Have you ever heard a scream when no one is scared? Have you ever heard nothing when there is sound all around?
Have you ever seen light when so far away from life? Have you ever seen water when the world is stone dry? Have you ever seen familiars through a stranger’s eye? Have you ever seen yourself in the mystery we call life?
Okay, I have not finished this yet, but it was originally meant to be a short story, yet I think it could turn out to be a lot longer than I thought. Anyway I thought I could post what I have done so far, just to make sure if people think what I am writing is good, or not. So this is what I have written so far, but I think, if it is okay, there should be quite a bit more to come.
“Hehila… Hehila, where are you,” a young mermaid called out to her sister, as she searched through the seabed, looking in every crack and crevice in view. “Ha ha”, a blurred figure speed across the water to a small cave of rocks, bursting out in a fit of giggles, before falling back into complete silence yet again.
“Come on Hehila, you know it is not safe around here and mum will be back soon.” The young mermaid continued speaking as she slowly glided through the water over to the small cave of rocks.
Just as she was barely a palmspan away from the cave, Hehila yet again shot past, strait in front of her sister’s face. “Ha ha, you cannot catch me; come-on Rellina, I will race you to that ship.”
Hehila enthusiastically streamed through the smooth, translucent liquid; heading straight towards a large ship that she saw hidden beneath weeds and moss on the seabed. “Hehila come back, it is not safe,” Rellina called in distress to her young sister.
Rellina frantically chased her sister down to the ship; she looked in all directions to keep an eye out for predators that may be hidden in the dark depths. Their mother had always told both Rellina and Hehila to watch out for sharks in these waters, it was not safe for two young mermaids to be out alone.
As Hehila reached the ship far in front of her sister, she found a small hole in the woodwork, just big enough for her to fit through. As she squeezed through the hole Hehila scratched her arm on a rusty, old nail that was just managing to hold the wood together, and stop in from falling to pieces.
Her blood spread fast through the water and almost seemed to stain the translucent liquid a light shade of red. This did not bother Hehila much, she was far too curious about this old derelict ship, that had sunk to the bottom of the sea.
But the smell of her blood attracted the attention of an unwanted visitor. As a shark previously resting in the waters nearby, stealthily stalked towards the source of what seemed to him to be a delicious scent.
As Rellina came closer to the ship, she noticed something quite large moving in the distance. Rellina moved slowly to get a closer look at the creature, it’s teeth looked sharp and it seemed to be heading for were Hehila was, “Oh no, a shark, Hehila is in there.”
Hehila entered into a small, dilapidated room; though her vision was impaired in the bitter darkness. She just managed to feel her way round the area and discovered a rusty, almost ancient in Hehila’s mind, door handle.
Rellina panicked unsure of what to do, she swiftly swam into a crack in the rock too hide away. Peaking over the edge of the rocks, she watched the sharks stalking around in the deep waters.
Hehila’s eyes were beginning to adjust to the dim light, though she began to feel a bit more wary of her surroundings. Her ears perked up as Hehila heard a noise coming from just outside the ship; she did not look round, but presumed it was her sister.
Hearing this in an attempt to hide from who she believed to be her sister, Hehila promptly twisted the old door handle and slipped through as it creaked open on the rickety hinges. She left the door open behind her whilst venturing further and further into the depths.
The shark could hear Hehila’s movement and smell the sweet scent of her blood. He found the hole through which she had entered and the red still lingering in the water. The hole was too small for this blood thirsty beast, so it began to bit away at the rotting wood with his sharp, almost dagger like teeth. Crashing away at the wreck he managed to create a big enough gap for him to get inside.
Okay, thank you very much for those comments. I have done the changes you suggested and hope they are good enough. I also added a reason for the smell, which I hope will not cause any further troubles.
Thank you Petros for the comment, though unfortunately I do not believe there is a history section. But I will try to add more detail. I added a bit more too the usage already but there are still only 433 words.
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