Thursday, 28 January 2016

Tan Jing Zhi Lucas (Creative Writing Task 2)

The park lay before John. The moonlight reflected off the droplets of water on the grass. The sky was unusually dark, not a single star in sight. The moon was hung in the air ever so empty as if everything and anything were avoiding it. The rough pathway was slippery and eerily quiet. He skipped with a grin on his face.

All of a sudden, he felt a sudden gush of wind blow by him, and he seemed to have noticed a dark character at the corner of his eye. He also thought he had smelled a strange scent, that of an animal. A split second later, the figure had disappeared, nowhere to be seen. He tried searching through the bushes for it, but the more he looked, the more nervous he became. Adrenaline rose in him, but he refused to accept the fact that he was afraid. He warned himself to remain calm.

Then, he felt the wind again, this time, the dark character bigger than before. It seemed to disappear every time he looked at it as if I could kill it just by looking at it. His heart pumped faster. He ran clumsily, aimlessly. At last, he found refuge in a fallen tree trunk, panting, but cautious not to make too much noise.

He wished he had listened to his grandparents: always walk home with a friend at night.

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