Creative Writing Task 4 (Raena)

After a night of howling weather, I went out early just to see if there were any fallen trees and leaves glued to the pavement, covering it with shades of green and brown. I knew that the drain would be overflowed, gushing with rainwater. I imagined giant palms of trees on the floor and birds to be hiding in their homes, afraid of the storm.

When I opened the door, the trees outside were in near-perfect condition, almost as if the storm never happened. The rays of sunlight reflected off the wet pavement, making it look as if someone had sprinkled glitter on it. The leaves on the ground were not many, just enough to make the roads look beautiful.

As I walked out, some curtains were opening. People's heads peeked out of their windows to admire the rare scene. The sounds of tyres on the wet road were minimal. The birds chirped with glee, seeing the calm after the storm. The buildings glistened and looked as if they had just been washed. A slight breeze blew, and the leaves rustled. There was a sense of tranquillity in the air.

Wishing not to disturb the peace, I crept back home and enjoyed the serenity from there.

Creative Writing Task 4-Gabriel

   After a night of howling weather, I went out early just to see the massive damage that the storm had caused. I expected trees fallen like dominoes and the sidewalk ripped off the ground, with pieces of brick floating in the air.

   I stepped out of my house, seeing the street, unchanged, save for some litter strewn on the floor. The trees stood like giants, with lush leaves for hair. A few cats had retreated to the safety of the rubbish bins, some of which had tipped over.

   Striding down the empty streets, the birds’ songs filled my ears, reflecting the exact opposite of what the storm would have been like. A few lone cars rumbled down the road, bleary-eyed drivers trying desperately to stay awake. Several cats, seeing me, shrunk into the shadows when they saw me. One or two people, with bloodshot eyes, staggered forward like zombies. In the eerie light of the early morning, I could almost imagine a werewolf howling at the top of its voice, keeping other wolves at bay while invoking fear into fearful people. The occasional flickering streetlight cast long shadows into every dark corner, making it difficult for me to see anything clearly. Not wanting to be mistaken for a werewolf, on the hunt for its next unfortunate victim, I hurried down the street.

Goh Cheng Yang CW 4

  After a night of howling weather, I went out early just to see cars crushed under trees, with water around me reach up to my knee. I imagined myself wading around in knee-deep water, with people who did not make it in time back home last night sleeping in umbrellas floating around aimlessly. I imagined an overflown river, flooding all farm crops around it. I opened the door.

  The bright Sun revealed the world around me. The river flowed normally, with beavers diving in, one by one. The farm crops around the river remained untouched. There was no flood, no knee-deep water. I breathed in the cool, refreshing air as I stepped out into the sunshine. Birds flew in circles around me, singing as they went. Cats and dogs travelled around the village aimlessly.

  Walking around the modern village, I heard cars honking and people shouting as the cars in front blocked the road. I continued walking, and saw houses with curtains drawn on both sides. I walked past an alley and saw some cats. Seeing their sharp claws and evil-looking eyes, I hurried away, not wanting to be attacked. I filed past shop after shop, peering inside as I walked. I went to a shop, and the owner stared at me like I was a suspicious character. Looking at the owner's glance, I immediately turned and walked back home, not wanting to be a prowler on a no good errand.

Creative writing task 4 (Rae)

  

After a night of howling weather, I went out early just to see if the ground was flooded with brown, murky water and moss growing on logs. Perhaps the trees and buildings would have collapsed as though an earthquake had just happened as well.

 The street was not as dilapidated as I thought. Instead of muddy water flooding the ground, it had small, clear puddles. Clear enough that I could see the reflection of myself. The birds were chirping freely and happily, while trees and buildings were still perfectly fine. They were tall and upright, and the leaves of the trees were rustling.

 As I walked along the neighbourhood, I breathed in the fresh air while enjoying the breeze. There were few people outside, but I could smell french toast and aromatic coffee while strolling. The next sound I heard was a growling and rumbling sound. From my tummy. Most houses still had their curtains drawn, it was expected, it was still so early anyway. I continued my stroll, I walked to the road and saw that a few cafeterias were already open, smelling the fresh vegetables and fried bacons and eggs added on to my hunger.

After about an hour, I decided to go back home, not wanting my parents to worry if they did not see me. Turning around, I walked back home.  

Creative Writing Task 4 [Alya]

     After a night of howling weather, I went out early just to see if the old folk tree had fallen, if the roof of my neighbours house caved in and if the drains had flooded and if the village was flattened as if a giant had trampled over it.
     The houses, however, were not flattened but still intact with the ground and still in shape. The trees help their branches up high towards the early morning sun. And the seas kissed the shore gently.
      The trees rustled in the wind as the birds chirped happily, warming their bodies in the sun. The sea waves whispered softly and there were soft murmurs that started to come from the small cottages as the road started to fill up with cars. The sun started to rise as the city started to get busier. The city started to wake up when i realised how clean the place looked and how fresh the air smelled when I was prowling in the streets alone, early in the morning.
      Not wanting to worry my parents and look like a prowler, I scurried home before my mum woke up.