"Describe a day in your life as a penguin" by Cristina
Crack... Crack… The egg under my legs felt like it was vibrating, haching. No.. Not yet, It's to early… I thought. It was a very cold day, not a good day for an egg to hatch, not at all. I had to get back to my mate before it hatched. I had to hurry.
“Spark! Get back here! You must not go far!” I remember I said. Spark mumbled something and looked very annoyed, but it was my responsibility to annoy my hatchling as a parent right? “When is mother coming home?” Spark asked. I felt a deep hole in my stomach as I said “Soon don't worry, soon.” But I knew, somewhere, she wasn't coming home.
It was the next morning that that I found her on the beach. The orcas got the best of her. I felt as though some part of me was cut off and was replaced with some heavy numbness, I had never felt this before but for the next few days I didn't eat.. It was as if i felt if I didn't eat it would bring her back, I still hunt for Spark but never for myself. I couldn't. I knew it was hopeless. Thankfully I came to my senses and I ate, it was hard to take care of Spark but at least my friend, Ice, could help. She was like a mother to him.
I remember one afternoon I had the same feeling as when my mate did not come home so I asked Ice to promise me that whatever happened to me she would take care if Spark. She promised. And that day as I went out to hunt. The
"I am Jane Westwood" by Pidge
Today was one of the days where it seemed we would never stop shaking and we would never stop seeing our friends fall from the sky, being crushed against the invisible walls that held us captive. I could hear the screams of my family as I could do nothing but watch stuck in place for fear that the owner of our small globe would see. This is what life was like, you see your family and friends come and go as you stay for fear of being discovered as human...for fear that you would be the next snowglobe to shatter.
Once the owner stopped shaking the snowglobe and all remained still as they walked away everyone rushed into action getting the hospital beds made from the plastic bodies of our fallen. However gruesome it may sound this was just reality, you would wake up wondering if you would have the privilege to move or if you would be sacrificed for the owner's pleasure once more unknowing if you would live or die.
The snowglobe I live in is a ballet snowglobe and I just so happen to be the ballerina that stands in the middle, you know one of those cliché ones that look like a three year old girl decorated it herself, picking out all the different shades of pink and deciding on what tutu the ballerina would be forced to wear. I had to wear a pink leotard with a small pink lace tutu. I hated it.
Whenever I had the chance(when the owner was out) I would be lounging around in sweatpants and my favourite MCR hoodie, listening to P!ATD while hitting my pointe shoes with a stick hoping they would shatter. Pointe shoes were torture! Especially when you had to wear them basically 24/7 while standing on your tiptoes.
The worst part was everyone hated me because they knew the only reason the owner bought our little globe and the only reason they endure this daily torture, is because of me. Its my fault that they must suffer, its my fault that we can't move when we please, it's all my fault! But that's not the point right now, the point is that we people of the snowglobe you so desperately desire are in pain.
My name is Jane Westwood and I have lived in a snowglobe all my life.