Tan Jing Zhi Lucas Creative Writing 3

When I was a child, I well remember doing something should not have done. Across my house lived a family of three. The two parents were friendly, but their child was the most annoying of all children. One day, he broke my toy. I felt my fists clenching up, face turning red, trying ever so hard to contain my rage. Obviously, I could not. I slapped him on the back, and he instantly burst into tears.

Just at that moment, my mother walked by. She dragged me away with her vicious grasp and roared at me to go to my room and get into bed. I begged her to let me off just this once, but apparently, she refused. I reluctantly dragged myself to the bedroom. The room was eerily quiet. It smelt like it did this morning - smelly. It was going to be boring. I tucked myself into bed.

I woke up in the dark and felt something lurking in the shadows. It crept towards me with quiet steps and patted me on the back. My heart pounded, perspiration trickling down my cheeks.

I woke up with the sun glaring into my eyes. I was still slightly shaken from last night. To this day, I still do not know who that was.

Creative Writing 3[Alya]

              When I was a child, I well remember the time when I received my first device, the iPad. I was thrilled on the night I received the cool device.However, I was only allowed to play with the device the next day. I came back from school with a sense of excitement and hurried to my mum's room to grab it. But, there was a little, evil human using it already. My baby sister. My mum told me gently that I had to share it with her. Annoyed, I sat beside her. I wanted to watch my own show but she was watching a boring “ABC” song.

             Due to my poor anger management, I pushed her off my mum’s bed. She fell with a loud thud and my mum came in screaming her head off. She shrieked at me commanding me to go into my room.

            I told her ok and grabbed the iPad and scurried to my room but my mum was too quick. She snatched the iPad out of my arms as I passed her. I whined and stomped my feet and ran into my room punching my pillow with fury. I stared at the ceiling with tears in my eyes. I fell into a dose as my anger slowly faded into sleepiness.

           I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt a slight push on my right arm. I woke up and tried to see past the darkness but my eyes could not adjust my eyes could not quick enough and gave up when a reassuring arm laid on my leg. I slept uneasily afraid that the lovely spell could be broken.

         The next morning, when i recalled what happened, I was puzzled and curious. But being young and afraid, I did not say anything and I still do not know who laid that arm on me that night.

Creative Writing Task 3

Creative Task 3

        When I was a child, I well remember a naughty thing I had done. It was in the afternoon, the Sun up high and shining mercilessly at my house. I was with my sister. I remember I always carried a teddy bear around. My sister pinched me. A teddy bear, brown with a red tie, was flung at her. She ducked to a side. It reached the statue of a god and was on a burned josstick. My mother stormed to me and sent me to sleep. I cried and dropped flat on the floor. I did not know how to beg. 

        I was carried into my room, thrown onto my bed. I stopped crying. The soft fluffy item softening my feelings. I lazed there and did nothing. There were many limitations for a young child, this was one. I tossed and turned. I could hear my mother scolding my sister from outside. The room was of a dull yellow colour. I slowly fell into a deep slumber...

        When I woke up with a startle, it was dark. It must have been midnight already. A shadowy and gloomy figure appeared beside my bed.gifIt was holding my hands. I did not dare move. Soon, I fell asleep again.

        It was in the morning the next time I woke up. It was bright and shining. My thoughts went back to the mysterious figure that appeared in the night. Was it a dream? Or was it real? Who was it? Till now, I still do not know.

Writing task 3_Rae

    When I was a child, i well remembered being very cheeky. While my mother was making cookies, i switched sugar with salt. They are as alike as two peas in a pod, how could my mother tell? I giggled mischievously. She did not realise that the sugar had been swapped until she tasted the ready-baked cookies. Who else would it be? She knew it was me. Since i was so hyper, sending me to bed would be the most boring and torturous punishment. She scolded me, whose eyes were already swollen. I clinged onto my mother, not letting go, but she did not give in either.

    Trudging to my room, i sighed. It was only 4pm! I was trapped within four walls, no different from prison. I took my own sweet time to get into bed and slowly drew the curtains, to kill time. The whole room was so quiet, quiet until i could hear the birds outside chirping

    It took me a while to sleep, and the next time i woke up was at night, when the whole room was pitched dark. I suddenly heard someone humming my favourite nursery rhyme. I slowly closed my eyes again, humming the same tune in my heart. Along with the humming, it did not take me long to fall into a deep sleep.

    The next morning when i woke up, i vividly remembered about what happened the previous night. Until now, i still did not know who was the one humming to me in the room.

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Creative Writing Task 3

  When I was a child, I well remember; it was middle of the day. My father had gone to work. My mother was fast asleep, tired from doing the house chores. I crawled to the kitchen, totally bored. I was very hungry, I opened the drawers, barely able to stand up with my baby soft legs and developing backbone. I reached into the drawer which was higher than me I could feel a plastic package. I took it out but I was not able to put it on the floor. I lose control. 'BOM!' The packet of floor smashed onto the floor. The packet tore and all the flour spilled onto the floor. I made a mess! My mother came running to the kitchen upon hearing the loud sound she instructed me to go to bed even after me begging to her.

  I slowly undressed,  killing time. I dreaded and regretted the action I did. It is so cruel of my mother to keep an active young child like me to go to bed as early as 1.30pm!

  I woke up! Dark! It was pitch dark! I was barely able to see anything, but I could feel it was a woman. She touched me, but I did not know with what. It was ticklish and warm. Soon I dozed off.

  The next morning, I woke up. I could remember every single thing that happened to me last night. But I did not know who or what it was. Till today, it has remained as a mystery.