to Becoming a Writer
Participating Student Folios
Mysteries of the Sea-shell
based on a guided imagery exercise
I gasped in shocked when the beach and the
rock pool disappeared and I felt like I was falling. Suddenly, I
found myself in a monstrous cavern. There was nothing in there but
another little shell and a lot of tiny bugs crawling and flying
around. The cavern wasnít dark; light seemed to filter in through
the strangely coloured walls. I walked over to the nearest wall
to me; there were many shallow pools of water that I had to walk
through in order to reach the wall. I placed my hand on the wall
and had to stop myself from screaming. The wall felt exactly like
a shell, the same shell that I was holding just a few minutes before.
I was inside the shell.
Somehow, I had shrunk to a very miniature
size and ended up inside the shell. I looked all around, hoping
to find the way out, but there was none. The shell was huge and
cone shaped with no entrance or exit. I walked around, thumping
on the walls, trying to find a spot where I might be able to break
through. I found nothing, I was trapped. I looked up at the roof
that was high above me. There was a hole in it, but it was way out
of reach. I sat down to think and my eyes fell upon the small shell
in the centre of the room. I walked over to it and picked it up.
It looked like an ordinary shell to me, much different than the
one that I was in. It had a big black hole in it, obviously where
crabs and things could get in and out.
Suddenly, a long black crabs claw darted
out of the hole and snapped closed on my hand. The pain was excruciating.
I saw blood pour out just above my wrist. I let go of the shell,
but it dangled from my hand because the claw was still holding tight.
Finally, the claw let go and the shell clattered to the floor. I
grabbed my hand and cried out in pain. It seemed that gallons of
blood was gushing out, the floor and my clothes were stained red.
I looked down at the shell on the ground and saw that an evil looking
black crab was beginning to emerge from the blackness. In a blind
rage, I lifted my foot and prepared to crush it but something stopped
me. A voice seemed to call my name. I looked around but nobody was
there. Then I heard it again, from the direction of the crab. The
crab was speaking to me.
ď Donít be afraid,Ē it said, ď It is my
fault that you are in here. I called you to me because you are not
taking your life seriously. All you do is joke around and make fun
of people. You canít waste your life, because you never know when
it will be over. You could find yourself trapped in here like me
at any moment and youíll be regretting your life. I will send you
home now; I hope you have learnt your lesson. Life is too short
to waste, it is okay to have fun, but remember, you canít have fun
all the time. Thatís the way life is. Good bye!Ē
I looked down at the black little crab;
he didnít look so evil any more. Suddenly I was flying upwards towards
the hole in the ceiling, there was a blinding flash of light and
I was back on the beach, holding the shell. I placed it back in
the rock pool and walked back over the sand dunes, feeling the soft
sand between my toes.