Creative Writing
《难忘的道歉》
我举起了颤抖的手，在父亲的房门上轻轻地敲了一下。里边响起了父亲的声音：“请进来。”我小心翼翼地开了房门，心在害怕与失望里挣扎。看到了父亲正埋头苦干的背景，那么熟悉又令人心疼，我的脑海里的思绪像轮子一样飞快的旋转，回到了今天下午——一段我多么不想再逗留的回忆。
我屏住了呼吸，战战兢兢地掀开了考卷的右角。鲜红的“48分”映入了我的眼帘，我的心重重的沉了一下，好像被什么压着似的。我手心泌出了汗，脸忽冷忽热，失望地眼泪已在眼眶中打转。这都是我自找的。要不是自己在考试前那么沉迷于上网，没好好复习，今天，那无情可恶的48分也不会在我的面前讥笑着我。热泪沿着我脸庞流下，每一滴泪，代表了我的后悔，失望与生气。真气自己，我怎能带着种分数回家见我那把我捧在手心上，视我如宝的爹呢？
“女儿？有什么事情吗？”父亲这么关切地一问，打断了我的思绪。父亲亲切地抚摸了我的头，眼神中流露出的爱令我惭愧不已。我本来打算着要把今天的事的来龙去脉告诉他，可是现在，我有了打退堂鼓的念头，我感到自己好像快沉没在这漩涡里，勇气残忍地抛弃了我。我心跳快得很可怕，手心冒汗可以浇花，我实在不敢开口。于是，我便无声地把那丢人的考卷递给了父亲。
父亲感到有些诧异，接过考卷的手也捏紧了。我想，他也明白了我来他房间的用意。我突然感到后悔与痛迅速在身旁蔓延，自己赤裸裸的失落与对父亲的不好意思让眼泪再次决堤。我再也忍不住了，眼泪倾盆而下。我带着哭腔道歉道：“对不起，爸爸，我知道错了，我不该网上浪费时间，对不起爸爸，请原谅我！我会改过自新的！”
爸爸深深的吸了一口气，把我抱进怀里，安抚着我。他温和地说：“女儿，你知道错就好了。爸爸不会生你的气，也不会斥责你。你要知道，读书是为了你的前途好！其实你敢向我坦白，我也知道你成熟了，而且是有勇气可佳的孩子！这点我很欣慰。别哭了，我原谅你，可是以后不准重蹈覆辙！这次算了，下不为例！别哭了，你老爸会伤心的。”
爸爸那番话只让我哭得更厉害。他的温柔像一把刀，刺进我的胸口。我抓住了勇气，不顾自己已硬咽了的喉咙，说出了来自心里我一直没勇气说的话：“爸爸，感谢你，我爱你。”爸爸笑了笑，用了和蔼可亲的口气回答：“小傻瓜，我也爱你。”整个房间是静的，可是很舒服的安静，是唯独我与爸爸能听到的一首由我和父亲对彼此的爱而奏出的无声乐曲。
这件事让我意识到父亲对我的爱是多么的深。父亲凭自己的双手，努力工作工让我们享受舒服的生活，给我们最明媚的四日天，送给我们整宇宙的爱。父亲的爱，比天更广，比海更大，一直维护着我的小心灵。
我想利用与他的回忆，作成爱的书签，永远夹在脑海里今天的回忆中，永不忘记。
郭俐萱, 中二
《难忘的“盐”餐》
红色的晚霞，仿佛是在天际霍霍燃烧的火焰。我望了望手表，开始抱怨地说“嗨！都快傍晚七点了，我才刚刚踏出校门！”说完后，我伸了个懒腰，拖着疲惫的身心和沉甸甸的书包踏上归途。在路上，我喃喃自语地说：“今天的课外活动是由史以来时间最忙的一次，一拖就拖到七点，害得我连午餐都吃不到。没不到，我的话才刚刚讲完，肚子便咕咕地叫着，唉！真有点饿得饥肠辘辘。一想到妈妈会煮几道拿手好菜，我便迫不及待地赶回家，于是，我便加快步伐。
不知不觉，我已到了家门外。一阵香喷喷的味道扑鼻而来。我气喘吁吁地喊道：“好香啊！快开门！”踏进屋里，我第一件事就冲去餐桌。餐桌摆了炸虾酱鸡，黄澄澄的咸鸭蛋，小白菜和地瓜粥……单看菜色就已经锁住了我的胃口，更别提到味道。我不由自主地放下书包，坐下来尽情地吃。我一口就是一大口……
哇！我的妈呀！地瓜粥……好咸哦。
粥本来应该是淡加上地瓜的微清甜味，但是妈妈的粥却加了好多盐。平时吃惯了女佣煮的粥，今天总算是让我见识一下妈妈的厨艺。从兄弟姐妹的表情，我也知道他们和我同病相怜。咸粥再配上咸鸭蛋，那种咸，真是非笔墨所能形容。
妈妈却不觉得菜有什么不对劲，爱吃咸的她，这种咸度对她而言是刚刚好。一想到妈妈这么费尽心思地花了一整个下午来准备晚餐，我们就不忍心把实话讲出来，只能故作没事地吃着。
好不容易，把饭粥吃得一滴不剩，谁知妈妈又拿出多一碗粥，和蔼可亲地说：“来还剩一点粥，不要浪费，把它吃完吧！”
哇！再来？
我不敢当面拒绝妈妈的好意，只好苦着脸，勉强地把每一口的粥吞进口里。这样一口一口地吃，折磨也暂时告一段落。
为了不使自己的身体因为盐过多而将来向妈妈一样被诊断患有高血压，我连忙走去厨房灌下五杯水。妈妈见到我如此猛烈地喝便提醒着：“别喝那么快！小心哽到了！”我一边喝着水，一点敷衍地点了点头。
回到房间里，我尝试做了一些激烈运动逼自己流汗，把多余的盐分排出来。做着做着，总算流了一些汗，汗流浃背的我来到客厅时，妈妈见到我满身大汗，不放心地说：“啊！你怎么流了这么多汗啊！小心身体不够盐，会致命，你别开玩笑。”我毫不在乎地说：“妈！你太夸张了！”说完，我便走进浴室里冲凉。原以为，这样就不必再担心了。谁知我一冲完凉，妈妈便捧了一杯水，嘱咐我一定要把它喝完。喝了第一口，我差点儿就把那口水给吐出来。
又是盐水！
我再也受不了：“妈！怎么又是咸的？”妈妈耐心解释着：“因为刚才我看你流汗流个不停，担心你会流失过多的盐，所以……”。
我实在是气得无话可说，心不甘，情不愿把盐水喝完后，二话不说地回到房间里进行第二次的“排汗”运动。
这一次，我发誓，不会再踏出房间一步，以免又被妈妈发现自己流汗。我开始做了仰卧起坐的姿态。
“一……二……三”我吃力地数着。做到第二十次，却感觉不到自己在流汗。我还是坚持地做着，上气不接下气地数着，汗始终不肯“露面”。我心中暗想：“汗啊汗？你几时才肯出来！”继续往下数：“四十，四十一，四十二……”。
梅惠, 中二
Fire!
The sky was an ominous black and there were gusty winds. I trudged back home, begrudging the weather. “Why did it have to be such a boring day?” PE had been cancelled because of the bad weather. As I used Herculean strength to carry my school bag, I longed for a little excitement.
Minutes later, I could finally see my neighbourhood. I was taken aback when the pungent odour of something burnt stung my nose. The smell got stronger as I neared my house. Something was burning!
When I finally saw my block, I could see flames engulfing my neighbour’s unit. It was a chaotic scene altogether with choking black smog pouring from the unit. Fire licked the walls with vengeance. Not long after, the fire spread along the corridors, consuming the litter left along them. Our house would be the next victim!
My eyes lost focus as the smoke caused tears to well up in them. I saw the firefighters battle the fire courageously as sweat poured from their faces. I could not help hoping for a miracle. The chaos thickened as people started jumping when the fire spread to their houses. I was horrified at what was happening. The people landed with a dull thud on the floor.
Just then, Heaven's floodgates opened. Rain started pouring and the fire diminished and diminished until it was extinguished. I was dumbstruck as my prayer had been answered. By then, my shirt reeked of smoke and was sweat-stained. I heaved a sigh of relief as I saw the firefighters patting one another on the back and the smoke wafting in the aftermath of the fire. The horrific scene of people jumping to their deaths flashed, back and forth, to and fro, in my mind.
The scene was seared into my mind as I could always see the burnt marks and peeled paint everyday at home. It was a terrible incident altogether and one that I would remember for a long time.
By Ryan Ye, P6 2012
Fire!
I strode briskly along the pavement, glancing occasionally at the swiftly gathering dark clouds. I hastened my pace as I approached my block. Suddenly, I smelt a sharp odour. I sniffed again, and I identified the smell - smoke.
I glanced around, trying to find the source of the smoke. A bright flash of orange caught my attention. A restaurant was in flames! I heard some screaming inside and the door of the restaurant burst open as a large crowd of diners scurried out. Out of the blue, an ear-splitting explosion reverberated through the air. I watched in horror as some people were flung out of the restaurant. The passers-by started panicking and some pleaded for help.
By the time the firefighters arrived, the flames had turned into a raging inferno. The fire had spread to nearby buildings and many people were fleeing from the scene. The fire-fighters stood stoically in front of the burning inferno to fulfil their duties. They, dressed smartly in their black coats and orange helmets, started to aim their hoses at the fire, but to no avail. The fiery blanket continued spreading outwards, razing everything within reach.
When all hopes seemed lost, another shower of water descended, this time not from the firefighters' hoses but from the sky. The rain started dampening the area. Hope was regained by the firefighters and they continued to work tirelessly to extinguish the fire.
Finally, the last flame was put out and a collective sigh of relief rippled through the crowd of onlookers. The police investigations then started and police officers trudged through the charred remains of the buildings. Although everyone was saddened by the damage caused, we took solace in the fact that there were no deaths and the fire was eventually extinguished.
By Koh Yin Jie, P6 2012
A Nasty Encounter
I scanned the food centre, looking desperately for a seat while holding a plate of chicken rice. The hordes of people there were enough to send someone running back home, not to mention the insanely din of the incessant chatter. I was in luck. Seeing a man rising from his seat, I dashed over quickly before anyone could take the seat.
As the delicious aroma of the chicken rice wafted to my nose, I sighed in satisfaction and was about to tuck in to my food when a shout startled me. “Get over here! My table is in a mess!” a lady’s voice boomed out. Looking around me curiously, I saw that the shout came from a lady seated a few tables away. Immaculately dressed, she wore thick make-up, a huge diamond ring on her finger and was carrying a branded handbag. She was fanning herself away frantically with a scowl on her face. Her boorish behaviour was a direct contrast to her appearance. Within seconds, an old cleaner who was pushing a trolley overloaded with dirty dishes rushed over to her table. Without delay, he proceeded to clean the lady’s table. However, the lady continued to nag and scold the cleaner, saying that he was too slow and clumsy.
My frustration mounted as the lady continued ranting and raving away at the cleaner. I could not tolerate her behaviour anymore. Plucking up my courage, I walked over to her and said,” Excuse me for interfering but I cannot stand your behaviour towards the cleaner. Can’t you see the huge lunch-time crowd and how the cleaner is the only one cleaning the tables? He is trying his best already.”
The lady glared at me with eyes so bulging they reminded me of a toad’s. She stood up, jaw stubborn and shrieked,” Since you care for this cleaner so much, why don’t you clean up for him!”
Taken aback by her retort, I was indignant and left speechless. Fortunately, some of the patrons around me started to speak up for the cleaner too. A middle-aged man beside me even loudly criticised her for behaving like a hooligan. The lady was outraged and was almost in tears. However, she was unrepentant. “I don’t want to eat here with hooligans like all of you!” With that, she grabbed her handbag and with her nose high, made a quick exit out of the food centre on her three-inch high heels. Along the way, she almost tripped and fell, sending the onlookers into hoots of laughter.
The middle-aged man, who had criticized the lady earlier, came up to me, patted me firmly on the back and said, “You are brave to stand up to the lady!” I blushed, surprised at the compliment. The old cleaner also held my hands gratefully in his two hands. Seeing the grateful look on his face, I knew that I had done the right thing. Thinking back at what had happened, I was surprised at my own bravery!
By Brendan Ang, P6
An Unexpected Heroine
“Oh Dad! This place is awesome! I love the food here! I gushed.
“Yes…Indeed, we should…” My father’s sentence was rudely interrupted by loud shouts.
My whole family looked around curiously. A few tables away, two men were having an argument. One was tall, skinny and well-dressed while the other was short and plump with unkempt hair. Apparently, they were arguing over a table.
“Give me back the seat! I came here first. Get lost! You fatty!” the skinny man hollered.
“What did you call me? You bamboo pole! I sat here first! The “fatty” bellowed. The enraged thin man started hurling expletives at the plump man. The plump man was incensed. Without warning, he picked up a chair and held it over the other man’s head. Audible gasps could be heard. A shiver ran down my spine as a thousand “what if’s” ran through my mind. “What if he kills? What if I were hurt?”
Not wanting any misfortunes to happen, I put up a brave front and walked towards the two men. My heart was in my mouth as I said meekly,” Excuse me?”
“What!” boomed the unanimous reply by both men. I recoiled momentarily but I gathered up my courage and said in a quivering voice,” Why don’t you sit together and share the table instead of fighting over it? There are two seats, aren’t there?”
There was an unbearable silence as all eyes were directed on me by now. “What have I done?” I thought to myself. Fearing that the two men would come after me, I retreated to my seat without a word. As I settled down into my seat, I expected to be chided by my parents for being a ‘busybody’. To my surprise, my parents patted me on my back and said I had done the right thing. “Look,” my father said, pointing to the two men.
Turning back, to my amazement and relief, the two men were sharing the table. However, their heads were down as they gobbled down their food in double-quick time. My unease melted away to relief. I had done the right thing.
By Melanie Hui, P6
An Unwelcome Visitor
“The End,” I read as I finished reading the story to my seven-year-old brother, Jack. When I looked up from the book, he was already fast asleep. My parents had gone for a dinner function and left me to babysit Jack. “Finally. I can do my homework in peace,” I thought as I stretched myself wearily and walked to my bedroom.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream rang in my ears, sending a chill down my spine. It came from Jack’s room. Was there a ghost? Or a burglar? There was only one way to find out. I plucked up my courage and approached the room gingerly. The distance from my bedroom to Jack’s seemed very long, though it was just a few metres away.
I took a deep breath before flinging the door open. I was very surprised to see that the light was on. Jack was jumping up and down the bed, screaming away hysterically. “Lizard! Lizard! It fell on my shoulder when I was sleeping! Kill it!” he shrieked. I heaved a sigh of relief. It was just a lizard! Just then, I saw the lizard crawling down the bed and onto the floor. Jack screamed again as I tried to hit it using a magazine. Unfortunately, the lizard was too fast for me. It crawled up to the ceiling and out of reach.
No matter how I tried to persuade Jack to just ignore the lizard and sleep, he would not listen. “Come on, the lizard is so small. We do not need to fear it.” I told him dismissively as I rolled my eyes.
“I am still scared! I don’t want to sleep here!” Jack cried, shaking his head vigorously. Left with no other choices, I asked him to sleep in my room while I slept in his. Jack agreed straightway and rushed to occupy my bed before I could change my mind.
Sighing, I shook my head and thought how silly it was that Jack should get so worked up over a lizard. As I was lying on his bed, about to doze off, I suddenly felt something on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw a grey, scaly creature looking up at me. “Lizard! Lizard! Help!” I screamed.
By Koh Yin Teng, P6
An Encounter with Loan Sharks
“Ping! …” a shrill sound rang out, shattering the tranquil silence in the neighbourhood. It was followed by a booming voice, “Pay up or you will regret it!”
It had been another typical day. I was walking home from school as usual. However, the commotion told me it would not be a normal day.
Loan sharks! Instinctively, I scampered and hid behind a pillar. Casting a glance towards the loansharks, I saw them raining punches on a man. The gang leader was sinister-looking, with a scar on his brow. His pockmarked face was glistening with sweat. A tattoo of a ship on the back of his left hand reminded me of the ruthless gangsters I saw on movies. I cringed at the sight of him.
Not bearing to see the man getting hurt anymore, I whipped out my phone and punched the numbers ‘999’. “Hello! Somebody is being beaten up very badly. Please come immediately.” This place is 286D Jurong…” Before I could finish my sentence, someone grabbed my phone and tossed it on the ground. I looked up. They were the loansharks! For one heart-stopping moment, I thought I was doomed.
The leader lifted my name tag. “Hmm... Jake Long! Seems that our ancestors are brothers! My name is Ah Long. What a small world!” he said sarcastically. The gang sniggered evilly. “Ah Eng!” The leader called out. Ah Eng gave the leader a glass bottle. I trembled like a leaf in the wind when he grabbed my hand and lifted the glass bottle. I closed my eyes, thinking that was the end of me. The headline, “Child, 10, killed by loansharks for calling the police” flashed through my mind.
“Stop that at once!” a voice yelled. I opened my eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. It was the police! Grabbing the golden opportunity, I shook my hand free and ran for my dear life. I ran towards the police and hid behind them, as timid as a mouse.
After a short chase, the loansharks were apprehended. As they were led away to the police car, they cursed me under their breath. A police woman comforted me and I told her what had happened. Stroking my hand, she praised me for my bravery. I was beaming with pride. After that, I bade farewell to the police woman and scurried home, not even daring to turn back to take another look at the loansharks.
By Joelle Boey, P4