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| Prompt: use all the following words in a poem or a prose: buoy tears waves adrift lighthouse sirens port lost When I woke up, I was sitting on top of my favourite rubber duckling, Diggy. Diggy was huge, easily the size of a cruise ship. I didn't understand why. Diggy had always been an average sized rubber duckling. Small and usually fit in the palm of of my hand. But somehow it was very sensible that she was so big. Very logical. Just like the rest of our situation. We were adrift in the middle of a vast ocean. Huge waves crashing against poor Diggy as she tried to protect me. She put a protective wing to shield me from all the water and tried her best to follow the directions of the lighthouse and the wailing sirens. Wait a minute... Diggy was alive? And with a conciousness? Who knew my rubber duck had super powers like Antman, could grow in size and was actually really smart? Like, she wasn't an inanimate object! She was like a ninja! That was so cool! Maybe she was a secret agent of sorts. Her mission was to protect me from some really powerful villain who needed me to take over the world. Maybe I was, like, really special! And that why all this protection for me. Maybe I was a lost Princess and had to be kept safe and secure from all evil. Hmmm, this was the most logical explanation for my very reasonable situation. Suddenly Diggy asked me,"Can you see the buoy, Zia? There should be a port near it. I can't see very, so you'll have to steer me." Suddenly, from the back of Diggy's huge neck, a steering wheel appeared. Awesome! "Sure Diggy! I'll steer us to safety!" I took the wheel and began to steer, but suddenly, out of nowhere, a giant Pikachu came from the sky, landed on Diggy and zapped her. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Diggy, you can't leave me!" I cried, tears flooding my vision as poor Diggy deflated rapidly. "Protect...yourself...", She muttered her final words as she frowned into the sea. Next thing I knew, I was on concrete grind and was facing Ash and his favourite Pokémon, Pikachu. Of course he was the one who wanted to hunt me down. I never liked Pokémon and especially hated his character in the series. Of course he hates me! Before I could explain myself to him, his stupid Pikachu zapped me and I fainted. The next time I woke up, I was in my bed with my friend Zack at my side. I sat up groggily, wondering why I had last night's clothes on. Zack grinned widely at me. "You were hilarious last night! You got so drunk you went and sat in Josh yellow Ferrari and started calling it Diggy. Then when we got you off the roof of the car, you started crushing so hard and yelling at Mindy's Golden Retriever, calling the dog Pikachu and calling Mindy Ash. I've never liked you more!" He grinned hysterically and proceeded to show me a video of my adventures. Now that made sense. |
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