Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
The lake was orange red from the light of the dying, setting sun.It looked like an extremely serene and peaceful place. The only eery thing in the scene was the dead willow tree. Many people do not go near the place because people who live there says that at a certain time of the day, one can see a ghost near the tree. Me and my friends have decided to stay near the tree for some time to see if the rumor is true.
My friends and I walked along a stone track in the forest. The day before it was raining heavily. The air was humid and hot and puddles of water can be found on the stone track. We saw a dead tree which has toppled on the soil.
Bright sunlight shone on the rainforest, though the leaves of its trees, showing a canopy of green along the surrounding area. Insects and birds were chipping. In the middle of all, stood a tree, once majestically tall, now fallen onto the muddy soil. Its branches and trunk were broken, its flowers and leaves were missing.
The sun shone, and the bright light got dispersed through the treetops. The light splashed on various places not covered by the dense foliage. One clearing allowed in a great amount of fresh sunlight. The light focused on a thick broken tree trunk. It was not a very unusual sight in the rainforest. But what caused its downfall was beyond one’s imagination.
The morning sun filtered through the many layers of leaves. The sky was clear a very good day to walk around. The trees stood tall as sounds of insects could be heard. The birds flew high above as the many animals came out to play. A tree had fallen and bridged across to the other end of the track.
The sun shined above the rainforest, trying hard to avoid its obstacles, which were the tree, and reach the ground. Some trees had fallen due to a mudslide, staying motionless on the walkway, preventing people from passing trough.
The sun’s amber rays broke through the dark, night sky, making the waters of the lake sparkle like the stars. A willow tree stood beside the lake, with amber light being shone on it. Birds chipped as the magnificent sun rose up. It was dawn.
2.We are at the Amazon Forest, going on an excursion to discover it, or what it is left of it. You may think that it is easy hiking through that forest. It's not. We have many matters of things obstructing us. The worst was the Fallen Tree. It was so large that we can't go around or over it. We have to use the chainsaw to saw through it. Branches blocking our way, roots tripping us every ten steps. The canopy of the forest was so high that you can hardly see the leaves at the top of the canopy. Bugs biting, leeches sucking our blood. It was unbearable.
-Victor, Class 109
Twilight fell, and the glowing sun cast a final shimmer upon the lake. The sky reflected right off the clear water, and an orange hue filled the sky. By the side of the lake was an old tree, old enough to have seen many such sunsets. Its branches were bare and gnarled, and little patches of bark lay beside its roots. As the sun hid behind the hills beside the valley, the place became dark.
As the sun began to set, the cloudless sky turned a pretty gold colour and the mountains in the far horizon darkened, giving great contrast. The surface of the lake was very smooth and calm, displaying no choppy waves. At the bank stood a withered tree, just an ordinary part of nature. But the large lump hanging near its base indicated something totally different.
It was dawn the amber light shone and reflected from the far stretched lake. The sun was going down behind the rows of mountains as time passes by. The willow tree stood there about to sleep as the branches hung low. It was time for the diurnal animals to sleep, and the nocturnal animals to arise.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
From the narrater’s point
The true story of Little Red Riding Hood is not as many think it is. The end of the story did not end with a “happily ever after”, more like a “happily never after”.Firstly, there was no hunter and the wolf actually ate the grandmother and the parents too but let me start from the very beginning. I still remember that Little Red Riding Hood is a little girl who always wear a red riding hood wherever she goes and whatever she does. She is a very sweet person with a smile that could melt ones heart. The only problem is that she is slightly unstable in the mind and this surfaced soon after the wolf ate her grandma and her parents…
I looked at my hands, holding the bars that kept me locked in. How could the judge be so bias to that little girl? I will get my revenge one day. I will get my justice! But first, let me tell you the story of what happened, the real story that will let everyone know the truth and never trust that Little Red Riding Hood again!
Little Red Riding Hood was up early again and went to grand mother’s house to watch FIFA World Cup together. It was the finals between Spain and Holland. “Man! This guys are lucky to have a television,” Wolfy mumbled as he peeped through the window to watch the match go on. Grand mother stuff honey coated caramel popcorns into her dentures and chewed it ravenously. Wolfy knocked on the door hoping he could enter to watch the match together, but he was rudely rejected. Vengeance brewed in his mind, he had to go in.
Little Red Riding Hood alter-intro(description)
Little Red Riding Hood strolled out of her remote house in the dense woodlands. She wore her scarlet red hood as usual, mainly to hide her messy brown hair and visible dandruff. She carried a heavy, woven basket filled with what looked like delicious goodies to her distant grandmother who was addicted to sweet foods. The goodies concealed bitter herbs that were thought to be able to cure her of severe Type 1 diabetes. Little Red Riding Hood hoped that the candy-like form would convince her to take the so-called medicine. She had no idea about the final fate of the pseudo-treats.
“Sure Little Red Riding Hood, and let me pack some food for you and please help me sent my regards to her.”
Mum then went to pack some food and drinks for us.
I then started my journey to Grandma’s house. The journey felt very exciting as this was my first time going to grandma’s house on my own. I was strolling happily on my own and I was still in my own ‘wonderland’ when suddenly ...
Done by: Lee Si Yuan
Little Red Riding Hood was a charming little girl if seen from the outside, but beneath her hood was a menacing little female werewolf. It was the full moon the next day and Little Red Riding Hood went to visit her grandmother, who was also a female werewolf. Little Red Riding Hood set out for the woods with her earpiece on her ears. She listened to her favourite song, “Wolf Gang” composed by Mozart. She swung her basket over her shoulder. In it were pies, but not ordinary pies. Those pies had trapped moonlight, so it was able to turn any person who ate the pie into a werewolf. She had been working on the pie for years, and at last her efforts were going to pay off.
“Ring…….” the telephone sounded. I answered the call. “Hello, Little Red Riding Hood will be coming over to your place today, bye!” Little Red Riding Hood’s mother spoke in haste.
Sighing with dread, I hanged up the phone. How I hated Little Red Riding Hood! She always never helped me out with my chores even though she promised!