Shadow's School-related Scrawlings

[Shadow Sharpfang]

I don't even know what that title is supposed to be.

ANYWAY! So, welcome to this happy little collection of nonsense. Basically what I'm going to do with this thread is post various things I write while I'm at school. I figured it'd be better than making a separate thread for each one and taking up space. I do a lot of strange writing when I'm in class or on an assignment so... Be warned.
(Seriously though, I write about some touchy subjects. If needed I'll leave warnings at the beginning of the more iffy stories.)
I also do a lot of writing in other languages. I'll put up both the original and the translation for your reading pleasure.

Each post will include a brief summary of the following piece, so you can just skim through until one catches your eye. I don't mind if you don't read through all of them. Feel free to leave feedback, and enjoy!

[Shadow Sharpfang]

The Downfall
In this short poem, a superior being talks about their hatred towards humanity and how they plan to take over, through both murder and mind control.
Warnings: Nothing too bad, non-explicit mentions of slaughter.

English version:

The human race
Such a disgrace
To us they don't compare
And not one shall we spare
For bow to us they will
Or every one, we'll kill
So, my friends, prepare
A new ruler, I shall declare
We'll invade, take over their minds,
And they shan't ever escape their binds

Original + translations:

Mun reyliik [the human race]
Sahlo, nust ol grik [weak, they are as such]
Vothnaar wah mii, [compare to us,]
Nust dreh ni [they do not]
Fah mu lost kron dar himdah [for we have conquered these lands]
Das rinis fen kos saag fah niist hah [soon the same will be said for their minds]
Nust fen qiilaan wah me [they will bow to us]
Uv nust fent kos krii [or they shall be killed]
Ful, fahdon, rodraan, [so, friends, prepare,]
Wo meyar krund, nust pruzaan dahmaan [who owns the throne, they best remember]

Notes: I'm not actually fluent in this language (Dovahzul), and so making it rhyme was difficult. It still bothers me how it has no proper rhythm. I like the meaning though.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

False Claims
This short fable retells the story of an arrogant falcon, and a jackal's attempts to bring him down a notch.
Warnings: Nothing really. Speaks of the popular manipulating the weak and such. (Like the kind of stuff I rant about in the Shoutbox XD)

Everybody loved Arsu the falcon. Everyone, save for Kaj the jackal. Where most animals saw a charming, skilled bird, Kaj gleaned naught but a feathery mass of arrogance. Arsu often rambled on about how he was the best, claiming nothing could faze him or make him falter. Furthermore, the others agreed. Treated him like a king when he was but a peasant. This made Kaj clench his jaw in anger. Arsu manipulated the other animals so easily, and no longer would he stand for it.
One day, Kaj made his way to the rock Arsu basked upon each morning. "Arsu!" He snapped.
Arsu jumped in surprise, turning to face Kaj. "Oh? What words have you for me, jackal?" he questioned in his typical smooth, commanding tone.
"You claim so readily that none could fell you," Kaj growled, "and I wish to test that. Would you hold your honour and accept a challenge?"
Indignantly, Arsu responded, "Why, of course! What type of petty game did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking a hunting match. First to find five pieces of prey is the victor."
The sudden spark of confidence glowing in Arsu's eyes made Kaj dig his claws into the earth to contain his frustration. "Very well," Arsu chimed. "And when shall this duel take place?"
"It shall be tomorrow, when the sun is at its peak. We'll meet here."
"If that is what you wish. See you then, jackal." With that, Arsu flapped away. Kaj watched him go, mouth tasting of bile.

~~~~~

The time of the match quickly approached. Many onlookers gathered to observe. Most snickered at Kaj's crazy idea but, in his head, he knew he'd get the last laugh.
With a sign from a raven, who would watch and keep score, Arsu took flight and Kaj sprinted away. Kaj impressed the crowd with his skill, but Arsu didn't disappoint either. Quickly, the two were tied with four points each. That was when Kaj saw the perfect opportunity.
As Arsu dived, talons outstretched to claim the winning point, Kaj put on a burst of speed and pounced, pinning Arsu to the ground. Gasps echoed from the crowd, but the raven's call rang clear above the commotion, "Five! Kaj is victorious!"
Kaj released Arsu, who quickly took wing and glided away, heavy with shame from his defeat. The other animals swarmed Kaj, cheering gleefully. "Kaj is the best! Kaj is the best!"
Kaj didn't like this praise. He lifted his muzzle to the sky and howled, "I shan't accept these words! I haven't such feelings of arrogance!"

~~~~~

The next day, no one spoke with Arsu. He had wounded the animals with his lies of greatness and power, and they felt betrayed when they learned he had simply wanted to use them to do his bidding. Arsu basked alone.

Moral: Don't speak of such falsities as unbeatable greatness. Someone will always be there to prove you wrong, and you'll be left in the dust.
OR
Don't be a stupid idiot arrogant snob. *walks away grumbling to self*

Notes: This was supposed to be a one page thing, but it came out to one and a half pages. Luckily my teacher didn't mind. I'm still disappointed I couldn't add more in depth description though.
Also, people have said that this piece is difficult to understand and that my writing in general can be very cryptic. What do you think? (I read it to a friend and the first thing she said when I finished was, "Okay... Now read it again in English." XD)

[Shadow Sharpfang]

When Apples Attack
Yes... You read that title correctly. Basically, I had an assignment in school where I had to design a sea creature and then write a story about it, and me and my little group of friends all based ours off of fruits. Of course, Mine was the apple. (My friends picked banana and lime if you're curious.) And then this mess of a masterpiece was born! I wish it could've been a bit more detailed but again, I had a length restriction.
BIG WARNING: Okay so this contains extreme gore. Reading through it again I realize it isn't as bad as I thought, but it's still pretty dang explicit. (The only reason I don't think it's that bad is because I'm one twisted person.) Like, limbs being ripped off and stuff. You've been warned.

It was summer time and three girls, named Dara, Astrikal, and Faernia, were camping together near a lake. It was their second day their, and it was extremely warm out. so they decided to take a swim.
"Hurry up Fae, you're taking forever! I'm dying out here!" Dara exclaimed in exasperation.
"Shut up, Dara, I'm almost done," Faernia called back, annoyed.
"Be nice, you two," Astrikal scolded gently, chuckling.
Finally the three of them were ready. They walked down to the lake and waded into the cool water.
Once they got into the deepest part of the lake, Dara spotted something peculiar.
"Oh. My. Gosh! Guys, look at this!" From the water she lifted an extremely adorable apple. It smiled, closed it's eyes, and let out a cute squeak sound.
"Aww! That is the cutest thing I've ever seen," Faernia gasped, "But since when were there fish that look like apples?"
The apple spun around to face Dara. It squealed again, and then, in a split second, it split apart, revealing two sets of long, sharp, serrated fangs, stained with blood and dripping with saliva. This was the last thing Dara saw before it lunged, removing her head at the neck with a snap of its powerful, deadly jaws. Blood gushing from the stump that was the remainder of her neck, her body fell back into the water, leaving her friends watching, each locked in a horrified trance.
In seconds, other creatures appeared and began tearing her apart, limb by limb. A few more and her battered torso surfaced, large chunks of flesh missing, exposing her entrails.
Astrikal was violently pushed from her trance at the sensation of her legs being ripped off. Faernia was jolted by the chilling screech that followed, one last desperate cry for her life before she was pulled into the deep.
Faernia screamed and started sprinting back to shore, but she wasn't fast enough. The hoard of carnivorous fruit easily caught up. Her death was the most foul. She felt every bit of pain as they tore into her, taking pieces out of her stomach, her legs, and any other place they could reach. It was only after she had been thoroughly mangled, her throat was raw from crying and screaming, and wishing death upon herself, and her lungs were ripped from her chest that she succumbed to the pain, embracing death's cold, sweet release from the torture.
Three girls went on vacation that summer, never to return.

Notes: Yeah... I can do better.

[Wolfstar]

....I don't think I'll trust apples and water together ever again. (Aka: This was really good!)

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Heheheh, then I've done my job well. (And thx thx :3)

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Cycle
Just a little something I threw together for my school's writing club.
Warnings: Death involved, though there are no mentions of blood or anything of the like.

There once was a mouse. This mouse was happy. He had a strong, healthy, happy family, a nice home, and plenty of food. However, one day, as he scavenged for some seeds he had stored, a cat came wandering along. The cat was hungry, and the scent of mouse drew it in. Before the mouse knew what had happened, the cat pounced, and claimed the mouse as it's dinner.

The cat proudly lifted it's catch and started walking back to it's den. The cat was happy. He was well-fed, had many playful, healthy kittens, and a nice den. However, as he returned home with his mouse, he was distraught to find his kittens being attacked by a wolf. Determined to protect his precious children, he jumped into battle. His kittens and their mother fled to find shelter elsewhere, but the cat was no match for a wolf, and so he was soon killed.

The alpha wolf eyed the dead cat before lifting his head to look at the now empty piece of land. Only prey lived there now, so the wolf claimed it for his pack. The wolf was happy. His pack was big and healthy, and their territory was expanding. He was very proud of them. However, one day, he was drawn to a farm by the smell of prey. He hungrily watched as huge hoofed mammals strode along the ground. They'd made a fantastic meal. He and his hunting partners spread out to attack one of them, but the panicked noises of the livestock alerted the farmer, who made quick work of them with his shotgun.

The farmer made sure his animals were all okay, then walked back inside. He was happy. He had a beautiful wife and two fantastic kids, a prospering farm, and lived a healthy, safe life. He wouldn't be dying any time soon.