Creative Writing Task 3 by Tan Ray Shyuan

     When I was a child, I well remember bringing a homeless, stray and dirty kitten back home. My mother, who hated cats, screamed with shock and anger. I had no choice but to leave the kitten behind. My mother then chided me and told me to go to bed! It was only three o'clock! I pleaded with her but to no avail.
     I dragged my feet inch by inch to my room, when I opened the door, my once seemingly bright and colourful room suddenly became dark and quiet. I dreadfully tugged myself to bed, trying everything I could to sleep but to no use. At last! I fell into a deep sleep.
      " Creak", the door opened. Being a light sleeper, I woke up and tried to peek to see who it was. It was my sister! She sat beside me, brushing her fingers through my hair. How comforting it was. minutes and minutes had gone by, my sister's hands stopped moving, she was asleep!
     The next day, I smiled at my sister like a Cheshire cat, thinking I how lucky I was to have such a caring sister.

Creative writing task 3 by Saffron Lim

          When I was a child, I well remember trying to arrange one of my dolls on a shelf and knocking my mother's favourite seashell off it. She was horrified to see the shattered fragments of the shell lying on the floor. She screamed at me for breaking it and sent me to my room. I begged and screamed at her but she would hear none of it. 

Instead of going to bed as I was told, I looked through the window and watched people carry on with their lives. To kill even more time, I decided to count the number of cars on the street below. I slowly got bored and looked for other things to do. The dark green cabinets housed nothing but clothes. I reluctantly decided to go to bed and fell into a fitful sleep.

When I woke up again, the whole room was veiled in darkness and only a sliver of moonlight filtered through the windows. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I felt a light hand in my hair. I did not know whose it was and I lay there, afraid to move a centimetre. When I woke up the next morning, I wondered who my visitor was. I was confused and puzzled and till this day, I am not sure who came to visit me that dreary night.

Creative Writing Task 3, Christopher S1-03 (9)

                                                             Creative Writing Task 3

 When I was a child, I well remembered the time when I was a mischievous little child who loved to do silly things. I remember that one day when I was given a cup of barley, I knocked it over the table, and it split. I thought it was funny, so I decided to knock down the bowl of noodles. My father was furious, he told me sternly to go to my bed. I whined and said,"No, I don't want to! I don't want to!"
    I slowly walked to my bedroom, muttering under my breath. Once I had entered my room, I hesitantly undressed. The light shone from the sun was so bright that I had to take cover under my bed sheets. As I laid in bed restlessly, I felt the gentle afternoon breeze blow against my face. Slowly but soon, I fell asleep.
    I was awoken by the sound of someone laughing. I stood up and looked around; it was all just the darkness that filled the room. Suddenly, I felt a pat on my back. Shocked, I slowly turned around, gritting my teeth. But there was no one.
    Ever since that day, I still wonder who that was. I was the only child of my family, and I only lived with my father.

Creative Writing Task by You Geo Yi

1. My mother Winding bright curls around her finger
2. Cheeks so hard and red they were like apples
3. Birdhouse on a pole, right in the center without any birds in it
4. A long passage leading from the kitchen to the front door
5. Mouldy air, smelling of soap, coffee and pickles

One of my earliest memories was my late grandfather waiting for me at the front door trying to play with me after school. He had a wrinkly face, the normal clothes that the elderly men would wear and a deep voice that I immediately recognised when he called out my name.

A place I used to play was the whole condominium. I can remember my friends screaming and shouting to tell us to run from the security guards. In the end we would always get scolded by the security guards for disruptive behaviour.

I lived in a condominium. There was a long, dark corridor leading to the living room from the other rooms where my brother and I used to play football. One time my brother kicked the ball too hard and there was a loud bang as the frame of the door fell.These are the memories that are from such an early date that i can only vaguely remember them.

1. This was all fun and excitement, Mole told himself.
2. he passed another hole and another pair of hard, little eyes flashed out for an instant.
3. Telling himself cheerfully not to begin imagining things.
4. Then suddenly, every little hole far and near seemed to possess a pair of little eyes
5. He ran, he knew not where, and at last took refuge in the deep dark hollow of a beech tree
6. And trembled. And wished he had listened to his friends who had warned him: never go walking in the wild wood after dark.

Tom was going back home from school when the park lay before him, tempting him to walk through the park. The park had a thick undergrowth. The trees withered so much that it seemed like it had not been watered for years and bent into arches. Though Tom was afraid of the trees, he told himself to be brave.

So, Tom walked bravely in the park. until, he vaguely saw a pair of eyes looking at him through the mist. He ran immediately, cutting through the thick undergrowth. As he ran, he became more and more afraid of the eyes.

But as he ran, the pair of eyes chased him down, so he ran even faster and his fear grew even more and more. But as he was running, he did not notice the fallen log and tripped and fell, so he gave up the idea of running and hid in the thick undergrowth. As he was hiding, he trembled in fear of the pair of eyes devouring him.

“I wish I didn’t have to walk through the park” Tim said to himself as he hid and trembled in the thick undergrowth.

Creative Writing task 1 and 2 by Sarah Fareed Kagda

Creative writing one

One of my earliest memories includes my mother. I was throwing a tantrum, and she had to calm me down. She sat me on her lap, and her eyes crinkled into a smile. I noticed the faded patch on her face, which was due to a mistake in the pigmentation of the skin on her face. I calmed down a little bit but kept screaming. She sat me down and hushed me until I stopped crying. Then I played with her little ponytail and tugged at her Homer Simpson T-shirt and jeans.

I used to play at a nearby playground all the time. I would always climb the little rock climbing mountain and stand on top in victory. Then I would slide down the slide. It was always an adventure. Sometimes I would play with my sisters and pretend we were other people, famous explorers, movie start, crazy animals even. We would have called it "acting" bit we also liked to imagine to be very cool actors sometimes. Whatever it was, I always enjoyed myself, listening to us laugh together.

In my house, there was a porch. It had tall towering towers to support it. Sometimes my sisters and I would put out our small tea table, and they would challenge me to climb op one. They could not do it, so they were empty challenges. Whenever I reached the top, I would smell the flowers, the dust the grass, and the silence I would never hear again.

That was the most peaceful it ever got.

Creative writing two

The park lay before him. It usually stretched out into an endless green sea, but now it was dark, it looked like a black hole, the trees twisted shadows looming over him. He was not afraid. He welcomed the sight with open paws even, enjoying the silence. He loved to hang out at places like these; the silence always seemed like home.

He heard a twig snap. Whipping around warily, he thought about how there had been rumours of dogs lurking around the area. He, of course, had ignored them. He was not afraid of dogs. Seeing no evil being, not even a single twig behind him with his advanced night vision, he carried on. “ I could take on a dog,” he yelled into nothing in particular. It came out as a squeak. The night seemed different now. The wind raged, and there appeared to be a dog housed in every dark tree, waiting to jump out.

He heard the wind whispering to him. Another twig snapped. It felt like a whole tree had been broken into two halves. “Dog...dog...dog….” the wind belted out as if challenging fate to rid this cat from the world. He shivered. Then a furry tail flashed by.It seemed fate had accepted. The panic sprang to his legs. He stumbled clumsily, very much unlike a cat, and climbed a tree, the fear consuming him while he camouflaged with its black leaves. He breathed heavily.

He would have to find a new place to hangout.

Creative Writing Task 1 and 2 by Eldon Ng

Eldon Ng (10)

S1-03

                                              Creative Writing Task 1

  

                  One of my earliest memories was my dad.  He looked very happy, he was not wearing any shirt.  He had short hair and brown eyes.  He sounded so loving and caring.  My dad was patting me on my head, it felt so warm.  I then slowly dozed off.

                  The place I used to play was the playground below my house.  It looked very bright in colour.  I can hear birds chirping whenever I go to the playground.  Although I do not go there anymore, I will always remember the fun I had when I was playing there.

                   The place I used to live was a HDB flat.  Mt study table was red in colour, very big.  The table was very smooth.  I would often even fall asleep while doing my work on my study table.  I would always miss my study table.

                                              Creative Writing Task 1

                      The park lay before him. The sky was getting darker every minute.  Dead leaves started to fall in the strong and dustling wind.  He said to himself, " This will not scare me at all, this will only make me braver."

                      He saw a shadow following him.  His heart was beating faster and faster, his palms turning sweaty.  He turned back to confront the shadow, but there was nobody there!  He quickened his pace, sweat dripping down his face.  The shadow appeared again, bigger, closer and following it was another shadow.  It seemed a little smaller, but still very scary.  He could hear the dead leaves falling on the ground in the strong and dustling wind.  He started to sprint.  Suddenly, he tripped over his own untied shoe lace and fell to the ground, he panicked, he laid on the ground with his eyes shut tightly.  He laid still on the ground, while urine was flowing down from his pants.

                      And he wished he listened to his parents: not to go home through the shortcut in the park.

Creative Writing Task 1 and 2 by Christopher (9)

Creative Writing Task 1

One of my earliest memories was when I was a young toddler, who could only crawl around and loved to smile. My dear old grandmother would use her arms and carry me by the waist to show me the fishes in the aquarium. She always seemed to be stuffing something into her pockets. The orange scaled fishes would stare at me with bubbles coming out of their mouths.
    The place I used to play was at the playground just under my house block. My grandfather, who had yellow teeth, would frequently bring me there to play. I would crawl up the slides but lose my grip and slide down. I could feel the breeze of the wind gently blowing against my soft, tender face.
    Near my block, there was a badminton court. During the weekends, especially in the afternoons, I would be crawling to my grandparents while crying out loudly. My grandparents would sing me a lullaby that was calming and soothing. Soon I would start to yawn and fall asleep.

    These memories were one of the most memorable memories.

Creative Writing Task 2

It was a dark late evening. Elizabeth was walking home from her piano lesson. She decided to take a shortcut by walking through the park. The lamp post lights flickered and the pine trees seemed to move side to side to say hello. As Elizabeth walked, the gentle wind grew stronger. The benches started to give out a creaking sound. Elizabeth put her hands in her pockets and continued to walk forward with quickened steps. “This is nothing to fear,” Elizabeth said to herself.

    

    At this moment, Elizabeth thought she saw a figure went past her. With widened eyes, she turned behind to see that there was nothing but a twig on the ground. She also realised that the lights stopped flickering, and the benches did not make any creaking noises anymore. Elizabeth felt a cold wind blew against her face, she turned around and saw that the lights were flickering. She quickened her steps while clenching her fist in her pockets,

    The wind began to blow harder and harder; the trees started to sway faster and faster. The rattling of leaves and the howling of the wind became louder each second.  Elizabeth had a sense that someone or something was following her. Her heart started to beat faster; sweat was rolling down her face. She ran. She kept running forward, not even wanting to look back.

    Elizabeth regretted. She was always warned never to go walking through the park in the evening. She wished she had listened.

Creative Writing Task 1 and 2 by Oh Jun Rong (21)

Creative task 1:
      One of my earliest memories is my mother. She had long flowing hair that would always be carried by the wind, she had always liked to wear a blue T-Shirt with a picture of a cat on it, and she also liked to wear dark blue jeans

      I used to play at the playground near my house. I can remember trying to reach the monkey bars, but I could never reach it. I also remember the races that I had with my friend trying to climb the blue slide from the ground to the upper platform of the playground. I can also remember the strong curry scent which seemed to come from the second level of the flat nearby.

      I can remember I used to live on the fourth level of a flat. I can remember the small little sofa which had a spiral design on it and the various holes it had. I can also remember the big box which was the television I would be able to hear the reverberating of bells from the primary school nearby at every half an hour that has passed.

     These are the moments that has been etched deeply into my mind.

Creative task 2:
      The park lay before him. Bushes were scattered sporadically in the park, with trees as tall as street lamps dotted around the park in a symmetrical fashion. "This is not as bad as what other people has told me," he told himself.

      As he walked through the park, he heard a distinct rustling of leaves from a bush behind him. This sound was not like something he has heard before and the strangest thing was that there was no wind blowing through the park. He turned to see what it was; only silence can be heard. As he looked around his surroundings, cold sweat started to trickle down his face, and a cold chill went down his spine. He then quickened his pace, and he told himself that he should walk faster.

     Suddenly, he heard the sound again; he quickly turned around to see what it was, which he soon regretted. He saw a shadow of an enormous beast holding something. Fear started to engulf him and thoughts of what this beast could be drifted through his mind like dandelion clocks. He did not know what to do; he could not think straight. Soon, the shadow started to move a bit; he then took to his heels instinctively, and he ran for the hills. He then began to look a for a hiding spot while he was running. He saw a bush, and he jumped right into it, and he curled himself and hid there.

     As he sat there he wished that he would have listened to his mother: do not walk through the park after dark.

Creative Writing Task 2 By Tan Ray Shyuan (7)

      The dark, deserted park lay before her… Kendra was walking wearily back homr afteran exhausting day in school. The crackled under her feet,  the sky was no longer bright as night grew. “ Argh! How tiring and boring today is”, Kendra remarked.

     “Click...Clark…” The sound of footsteps could be heard behind Kendra, she got startled and became more and more wary of her surrounding. As she walked, the sounds of footsteps grew louder and louder. Kendra braced herself for the wort and turned around; however, nothing could be seen, It sent shivers down her spine and she quickened her pace.

      Suddenly, the sound of footsteps became quicker and louder. Kendra ran as fast as lightning, nothing could calm her down. Kendra panicked, she could not think of a place to hide, then, Kendra spotted a playground. Out of misery, she hid in the playground tunnel.

      “Young girl! Your wallet has dropped!” a man called. Kendra turned around, feeling silly and puzzled. She then took the wallet from his hand and thanked him profusely.

Creative Writing Task 1 By Tan Ray Shyuan (7)

    One of my memories would be her sister, i remember her sitting down elegantly with her long legs she had a small face with a small mouth, and was wearing her all time favourite purple blouse.

   A place that I used to play would be the playground just below my flat, the playground was not big, in fact it was small.  I remember hearing the excited voices of my cousins and sister as we played there.

 I used to live in my 5-room  Housing Development Board, flat. My home was cozy, however, I would often hear the loud whistling of the Mass Rapid Transit just beside my late. The computer room would be the area that I spent my time as our cousins and my sister will play there together.

 These are my earliest memories.

Saffron Lim (04) Creative Writing Task

Creative Writing Task 1

One of my earliest memories was of my father. Back then, he still had hair. He looked quite funny with his hair grown short, or maybe it was just that I’m used to seeing him bald. His face was usually shaved but with just a hint of stubble below his chin. He always wore simple clothes, a white Adidas shirt and a pair of black Adidas shorts.

    The place I used to play at was the playground right outside my flat, with its bright orange slide and a short, white wall made of some stone going around it. There was also a small hill next to the playground, with exercise equipment at the top. My friends and I would always balance on the roots of the many trees growing on the hill, arms outstretched and pretending that the ground was made of lava.

    I used to live in a three-room flat. The walls of the second bedroom were lined with bookshelves, and the afternoon sunlight filtered through the small windows at the side of the wall. There was a small desk in the room, with many papers and pens piled messily on top. The room smelled musty and of old books and there were many nooks and crannies in that room, created by the boxes piled on the floor.

    Those were some of my earliest memories. Of course, I had many more, but these were the few that I could find in the huge memory bank that was my mind.

    

Creative Writing Task 2

The deserted street lay before her, devoid of people and vehicles. A small breeze disturbed a piece of paper that lay on the dirty pavement. She drew her coat tighter around herself and looked wearily around. The streetlights were dim and one in the distance flickered before it went out. She heard a series of soft footsteps, barely audible, behind her and she quickened her pace. “It's nothing, you’re imagining things, nothing is going to happen to you,” she whispered quietly to herself.

    She turned around and saw a dark, fleeting shadow of what looked like a person walking into the alley. She froze for an instant and started to back away. She tripped over her own feet and fell to the rough concrete beneath her. She scrambled to her feet and felt her heart rate increase tenfold.

    She heard the footsteps again, but this time, they were louder. Not daring to look back, she walked even faster, hoping to get away from the person behind her. She could smell a faint whiff of cologne. She heard the blood pounding in her ears, and she ran. She ran like she was being chased by a cheetah, her trench coat flying behind her like a cape.

    As she ran, she wished she had taken up her classmate’s parent’s offer to drive her home, for who knew what dangers lay in the dark streets of Saint Andreas.