Creative Writing Task 3

   When I was a child, I well remember breaking a glass. I was just holding it when it slipped out of my palm like it had a mind of its own. I stared in horror and waited an eternity for the sound of shattering glass. “Ping!” My mother hurried over, mouth in a big circle. Seeing my sheepish face and the pieces of glass, she quickly put two and two together and gave me a good dressing down. “Off to bed you go!” she finished. I went down on my hands and knees and begged her to have mercy on me, but to no avail.

   I dragged my feet grudgingly to my brightly-painted room, which reflected the exact opposite of what I was feeling. Slowly turning on the fan to kill time, I slumped into bed bitterly. Hearing high-pitched chatter, laughter and the light pattering of footsteps, my blood started boiling. Staring at the bright sunshine, I steamed and, exhausted, blacked out.

   Hours later, the golden light had turned into blackness. Hearing a soft rustling from under the bed, I fled in terror to the other side of the bed. Creeping slowly towards the “visitor”, I peered down, only to see two green eyes blinking back at me.

   The next morning, I sat in bed, blurry-eyes, wondering about who or what had come the previous night. Dua to my ignorance, I could not, for my life, figure out what he, she or it was.

Gabriel Yap (10)

S1-04

Creative Writing task 3

    When I was a child, I well remember breaking my friend's tooth. I was in kindergarten, probably having P.E. A few days before that I watched a Kung fu movie, and imitated it in school. I spun around and kicked upwards. To my horror, my friend shrieked in pain. I instantly felt uneasy, seeing blood spilling out of her mouth. I felt guilty. Her tooth broke. The teachers immediately went to her to inspect, prying her fingers off her lips. I was forced to sit on a chair to wait for the teachers to come to me, and access the situation. I apologised, and no punishment was given. Thank God!

    That night, I felt terribly sorry. The eerie dark room of mine was filled with a dim glow of light from the corridor lights outside. I felt reluctant to lie on my bed. I felt so uneasy; I could not close my eyes. The incident kept replaying in my head. I still managed to sleep, though.

    I woke up halfway through the night, the room eerily silent, and I felt a non-existent presence beside me. Was it her? Did she come back for revenge? I felt more guilty, with my heart pounding, I turned over and closed my eyes, to force myself to continue sleeping, so I would forget the incident.

    The next morning, the Sun was bright, the sky blue. I wondered about the previous night. It was not that scary after all. All I did was to stop myself from imagining things. I told what happened in school to my parents again.

Creative Writing Task 3_ Chloe Wong

Creative Writing Task 3

When I was a child, I well remember playing with my little ball I always kicked and threw around. However, there was this one time, when there was a little accident. I had become too engrossed in my own little game. With a tiny kick, the ball flew across the living room and knocked down a photo frame which was neatly placed on the counter. My parents were furious and immediately yelled at me to go to my room. I broke into tears and cried out in protest, refusing to go into my room.However, my parents forced me into my room anyway. I was furious at my parents. I very slowly took one step at a time towards my bed, trying to waste as much time as possible. The room that I shared with my sister was small, pink with little princess decorations around the room. I sighed with sadness, and I slowly sank to sleep. When I woke, the room was pitch dark. Being terrified of the dark, I stayed still with fear. My hands felt something furry and soft. That made my pounding heart settle down and relax. Slowly and slowly again, I drifted back to sleep.The next morning, I wondered about my mystery guest last night. I wondered who or what that was which sat through with me in my scariest and darkest night. I might never know.

Name: Chloe Wong

Class: S1-04

Register Number: 2

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Nandanaa Raju(6)
S1-04

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.

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Nandanaa Raju(6)

S1-04

Creative Writing Task 2

The clock in the church liked 12 midnight when I was enjoying the silence in the park which was near the church. Suddenly, I felt suspicious and creepy. Something rubbed against my back. 'It is the wind! Stop imagining things!" I said to myself then started to walk home.

    While walking on the road all alone in the dark, I could hear a faint crying sound of a woman.I stopped and scanned my surroundings. I noticed nothing. I took my phone and scanned the surroundings again with my camera phone. Now! Now, I witnessed a thick fog through the camera lens of my phone. I noticed that it bounced on to me and bounced off. My forehead already started sweating.

   I quickened my steps but still holding my phone which is now used as a scanner to scan for any unusual stuff. Even though there was no more fog around, I could hear the faint crying sound becoming a loud crying sound. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I could hear my heart pounding. At last, I took refuge in a backyard of a private house. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes.

    And wished, I had listened to his friends who had warned him. Never go walking on the road after dark.

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Nandanaa Raju(6)

S1-04

Creative Writing Task 1

Earliest Memories

My brother was admiring himself in the mirror. Probably,  proud that he got his new year T-shirt. His eyes were gleaming with pride, his hands adjusting his shirt and his stiff hair. His face had a child-like glee.

    A place where I always wanted to play. Even though I could not there all the time, my heart always yearns to be there. The corridor outside my house but in India. I did not need toys and objects to place with sand but just friends.

    My sofa which was with me since the day I shifted to a house in Singapore. It has been always with me and will be with me forever. It was with my when I played, laughed, talked, cried, slept, ate, studied and more. Even though is also my age, it takes good care of me and is beside me all the time. I love my sofa. It is not only a sofa but also a soulmate.