Irwin: A Narrative Fiction

Imagine a world where life as we know it does not exist. The air is black and choked by pollution at all times of the day. The rivers move like a snail, barely able to complete their journey with all the sludge that weighs them down. Trees and flowers have long since perished, leaving just grave, concrete buildings as far as the eye can see. Any animals still alive soon die from starvation or from the poison that infests the environment. Is this the type of world we want to live in? Although this may seem extreme, it is a real possibility that I fear may come to pass if we do not start protecting our planet from ourselves. Ever since I was a young boy I have watched as the beautiful habitats in my beloved Australia, and across the rest of

“Fine, Gwaine,” moaned Arthur, running his hands though his blond hair. “But I swear to you, you can never tell anyone about this conversation as long as you live.”

Hook: Snakes are just very instinctive to me, i've been playing with snakes since before I could walk. It doesn't matter where or what it is from the biggest to the most venomous. Hi I'm Steve Irwin I was born on February 22nd 1962 to Lyn and Bob Irwin in Melbourne,Australia. I moved with my parents as a child to Queensland in 1970 and attended two state schools. I grew up with two parents that were involved with animals so on my sixth birthday I got a scrub Python. I also began helping my father once I got more experience and I even wrestled my first Crocodile at the age of 9.

“What do you want Monroe? Dinner’s in the fridge. Where have you been?!" she claimed coming down the stairs with her short grey hair wrapped in a striped towel.

Steve Irwin, an animal activist, a member of the Australia zoo and a TV star. Over the years, hundreds of thousands of people watched as a, what some would call psychotic, man would swim with sharks and lay down with Komodo dragons. The question that arises from his actions is, were his habits a main cause in his death. He had done this all his life, but at what risk? His own, the animals, for the longest time nothing went wrong. Until the day Glen Collins of the New York Times had to write Mr. Irwin’s obituary.

“I guess you’re right,” he said, dumbfounded. “But you have to promise, that if I tell you anything about me, you will never breathe a word of it to anyone.”

Allie was stunned. She had assumed that everything was already set. “Why can’t you go- what is holding you here?” she asked.

I get the boys attention and point to the window. “Hang back. I’m going to see if I can get her out there. You see anything, cover me.”

She stopped reading to stare up at the portrait. “I wouldn’t have been afraid of you. Your eyes are kind albeit that hint of mischief is evident.” She forced her eyes away and returned to finish the journal

"Honey..." Maya spoke for the first time since the truth came out, sounded scared, but a little determined to know why Riley has kept this secret for two months or basically ever since they came back from Texas.

Amy came into the kitchen after the story played. “What are you doing?” she asked, standing in her bathrobe, hair pulled back, looking tired and confused.

“Nah, you know, Josh, I’m not all that into just staying here.” She gave the impression that she wanted to go.

"Not tonight, Laney, I told you. It's gotta end, doll. I'll make partner soon - I have a reputat..." the door closed with a sudden rush behind them and out of earshot.

“Thanks Rachel.” I smiled and walked towards the curtain, peeking out to see how many people were out

“Kylen I want you to go serve as a distraction. While she looks away I’ll see what I can do with my magic and her ingredients so that her potion goes wrong.” Roland whispered.