A mystery forever

 The door creaked as I slowly walked in. It was very dark. There was a lit candle in the corner. The room was scattered with furniture and crumpled paper, as if someone had made a big mess and had not bothered to tidy it up. I picked up a piece of paper, but strangely, nothing was on it. Trying not to make any sound, I crept up the stairs. A gust of wind blew from an open window. In the bedroom, there was no one. As I examined it, I nearly screamed in horror. 

A small boy was huddled in a corner, his back facing at me. His skin was pale, and he was wearing t-shirts and shorts on this cold winter day. Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the hall. I shot my head back, and saw an old woman. She had wrinkled skin, with her eyes staring right at me, with her walking stick rapping against the floor. “Who are you, and why are you in my house!” She said in a raspy voice. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I took many steps backward, to the stairs. She still followed me. I had read on the newspaper years ago about the old couple that had mysteriously died, and their grandson who disappeared.  Was this their ghost? 

I ran down the stairs and into the living room, and ran through the front door. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an old man, rocking back and forth in a chair in the corner. I nearly fainted. How come I haven't seen him when I came in? I sprinted all the way back home. Gasping for air, I slammed the front door behind me. “Mum, I…” I started. “Don’t tell me you went to play with your friends again at the park. Go do your homework. Dinner’s nearly ready.” She said, as she chopped the potatoes. “I saw the ghost of the dead grandparents and their son in that abandoned house!” I said in one breath. Mum looked at me strangely. “Don’t talk nonsense Wendy.” Then she went back to making dinner.            

First loss

“Ollie! Ollie! I’m back!” Shouted Mia as she put down her school bag. The house was strangely quiet. There was no familiar barking of her dog Ollie. Instantly she knew something was wrong. She called again, and hearing no response, went around the house searching for him. She was beginning to think that her mum had brought him to the vet again when she saw something that made her freeze. Slowly, the colour drained from Mia’s face. 

“Ollie!” She flung herself onto the ground beside him. Ollie had both eyes closed, and he was not breathing. Tears streamed down Mia’s face as she stroked his head. Ollie was Mia’s best friend. Mia did not have friends at school, she was always left out by the other children. Ollie was what kept Mia happy, he was there for her everyday of her life. It was clear that Ollie had died of old age. Weeks before Mia’s mum had brought him to the vet, and the Vet said that Ollie was slowly dying. Mia did not believe that Ollie was going to die, she did not want to believe it. Now Ollie had died home alone, with no one beside him to comfort him! The more Mia thought, the more she cried. She rang her mother, and her mother came home immediately from work.

 They buried him under an old oak tree, and on top of his grave lay a red ball, which was Ollie's favourite toy. Mia’s heart throbbed and ached, as she cried and cried. That night, she tossed and turned, but couldn’t sleep. When she finally drifted off, she thought she heard Ollie’s barking. But it was all her imagination. Mia had a wonderful dream. She dreamed that she saw Ollie in heaven, playing with many other dogs, and barking happily. She shed many tears in her sleep, as she saw her beloved dog in heaven. Mia’s Mum told her that Ollie would be watching her from heaven. Mia would always have a place in Ollie’s heart.

 

The music contest

 As Aisha looked into her father’s eyes, she blinked back tears. Why couldn’t they afford a doctor? Aisha’s father was very sick, and since they were living in poverty, which was usual in India, their family could not afford any medicine. Just a few days ago, Aisha had seen a flyer about a music contest. She was determined to compete and win to make her father proud. 

Aisha had not seen her father smile for years, ever since their family fell into poverty, and wasn’t even able to afford food. Some nights Aisha would play on her flute to keep herself company. Aisha loved music. She had an old flute which was her father’s when he was young. He had passed it down to his daughter. That night, Aisha’s father lay on the cold concrete floor with only a small blanket. Drops of rain leaked through the worn-out roof. As a storm raged on like an angry bull. There was a small television, very old and small, but still in use. Aisha’s father saw in the TV his daughter, winning first place in the music contest. 

Aisha stood on the podium with a gleaming medal on her neck, standing in triumph and pride. It brang back wonderful memories of his childhood, when he loved playing music, when he was a very happy boy. It was the last thing Aisha’s father saw. Then slowly, as he smiled proudly, he closed his eyes, and never open them again.

A Ghost town with a Ghost train

 

It had been a very long time since any train had been on this railroad. A very long time. The last train that came here was a hundred years ago, when there was still people living in this town. But now, there was not a soul in sight. This was a Ghost town. Reports have said that many travelers have been scared by this mysterious town. Sightings of ghosts had been seen here before. Noah’s dad told Noah that their visit to this town was not going to be easy. 

They had not eaten for days, and were very hungry. This was the closest town near them. Despite their fear of this town, they decided to go in, to see if they could get any food. Noah’s dad told him to wait by the empty train station to wait for him. Noah looked around, as he sat down on a wooden seat. He looked around. The station was empty. It was very quiet except for the sound of a train horn. Wait, a train horn? Noah jumped out of his seat. Sure enough, he saw a train, on the abandoned rail track. Didn’t this rail road close down a long time ago? Noah’s curiosity got the better of him. He ran as fast as he could, and jumped with all his might. 

He was on the train. He quickly found a door and pushed it open. Inside, it was as silent as death. Noah crept in, and glanced around. There were suitcases, and signs that people had been here. But there was no one in sight. He went to the front of the train, expecting to see the driver. But to his horror, he found that there wasn’t one, and the train was driving on it’s own. Were there ghosts? All this was enough for Noah, as he ran back to the door and tried to open it. He couldn’t. The door wouldn’t budge. Suddenly, he felt a cold presence...

Life in my Bubble

 

Peter Rabbit: The Runaway

 

Making Pork Buns

 

I don't wanna go to school!

                  I don’t wanna go to school Mum, 

I would rather be here with you.

My stomach hurts so much, 

I think I’ve got the flu.

You don’t know how it feels,

I’d rather be snoring,

I hate going to school,

School is so boring!

The parting of two friends

 Tears splattered down Sara’s face uncontrollably, as she slowly released the leash off Boston. She was as silent as a grave. Her heartache was like a knife, cutting through her. Deep down, she knew that Boston had to go, to find his own tower of giraffes, to his family. Sara embraced Boston for one last time, and she let him go. Boston didn’t move. Then Boston’s eyes watered. Sara couldn’t believe her eyes. Could giraffes cry? Sara slowly said, in a voice sore from crying, “You have to go, Boston. Your family is waiting for you.” So Boston, giving Sara a last loving glance, walked away, far way, into the grassland. Sara couldn’t control herself, as she collapsed, and sat there. But she had no tears left to cry. She sat there, for a long time. Her eyes were as dry as sand. Until she finally took a deep breath, and went back home, which was far away from the grasslands, far away from Boston. Even though Boston was in the grasslands, living a great life with his family, his memory of Sara did not fade away, and it never will. The memory of the day they parted, was as clear as water, as if it was yesterday.

This is writing. It has similies in it, which was the goal for this piece of writing. This writing is also a quick write, and we are learning and practicing to write a piece of writing within 5 to 10 minutes.