NOTE!!!!

- you are only write the essay in past tense; therefore no

confusion on tenses
- it lets you to imagine a situation; allowing to express creative
ideas
- if you lucky enough, the question given is plot-free (its you
who create the plot fitting to the question given)
- you can use wide vocabulary
- easier compared to open essay, factual essay and
argumentative essay
- need not to remember current issues around you









Write a story ending with my heart bleeds and I cried
Living in a serene village near the pristine sea was a real treasure for me as
its tranquillity and refreshing atmosphere with a picturesque sea was a really perfect
getaway whenever my head was on the verge with all of the schools works and
pressures. Every day, my best friend, Razman and I would go to the sea to watch
the sun sets as the invigorating coolness of the sea breeze caressed our skins. Ever
since we were in the kindergartens, we had done the same thing. In the eye of the
fishermen there, Razman and I are kindred spirits and our genuine camaraderie
could never be separated by hooks or crooks.
One day, I was feeling a little bit under the weather. My head was spinning
and my body was soaking wet with perspirations. So, I decided to take a nap in order
to recuperate my illness. Out of the blue, Razman came visiting me. He asked me to
accompany him to the ice creams stall near the beach. I refused his tempting
request almost instantly as my condition was not permissible. But, he kept begging
me and his constant chatter was really irascible that I thought my head was going to
explode. I tried to control my temper but I failed. I shouted at him, Just go there by
your own self and stop annoying me! Razman remained speechless upon hearing
my yells.
Sorry, I did not mean to disturb you. I promised that I will not do it again in the
future, Razman said slowly. I felt guilty watching him cycling away from my house
with a crestfallen face. Nevertheless, about one metre from my house Razman
turned his dimpled face to look at me and I was at sixes and sevens when he gave
me an unexplainable gaze. He smiled at me and I tried to smile at him back but my
lips did not cooperate well with my mind causing me to stand there poker faced.
So, I just retreated into my bed room and decided to wait until I am hale and hearty
enough before I went to meet Razman and asked for his forgiveness. Quickly, I
swallowed down two paracetamols tablets before going to the bed. The clock was
tinkling 11 a.m. by the time I dosed off into my own imaginary world of dream.


I could see Razman lying unconscious on the white bed. His face was pale
and his legs had been amputated. I tiptoed towards him. Suddenly, when I am near
enough he woke up. He grabbed my shirts collar and shouted in a coarse voice
which was very unlikely him You must pay for what had happened to me! I gaped
for air and tried to struggle away from him but for a sick person that had just been
out of comma, Razman was strong enough. I was lack of oxygen. I blinked my eyes
rapidly and suddenly I woke up from the dreadful dream. It was only a dream, I
whispered to myself as my heart was racing. My head was no longer aching and I
could feel my bodys temperature had been back to normal. So, I quickly took a bath
and dressed to meet Razman.
By the time I was on my bicycle, I could see people running and shouting. It
was like something had chased them away from the beach. I heard the word
Tsunami being pronounced loudly but I could not make any sense about its
meaning. Then, I saw my mother. She was a hawker at a foods stall near the beach
and she was running too. She recognized me at once, Run son! Run to the hill and
saved your life! I stood rooted to the ground as my teachers words about what
tsunami is echoed in my mind. I remembered Razman said he was going to the
beach. I tried to search for his figure but he was not anywhere to be found. At the
same time, my brothers were dragging me to the hill.
My whole family was safe during that unexpected tragedy as we managed to
climb the hill before the waves swept us. On the next day, the government had sent
the Air Forces helicopter to bring us out to our momentary shelter. There, I went all
nook and cranny to find Razman but my search had come to no end. Razmans
mother was crying days and nights. His 5-year old sister was always asking me to
bring back her Abang Man and tears were strolling down my cheeks upon seeing her
as she resembled much of Razmans features. But, we did not have to wait long as
three days after that, Razmans body returned without its life. My heart bleed and I
cried.



Write a story begining with: I was standing alone in a dark place that i did not know
where i was.......
I was standing alone in a dark place that i did not know where i was. I was
wondering and looking around to find out where i was and how did i get here.Then i
saw a white beautiful glittering light that i had never seen before. I tried to make a
first step walking towards the light. Unfortunately, the light disappeared from my
sight. I could not see anything around me that how i wish the light would appear
again. It made me frightened to be here alone and suddenly i was burst into tears.
Without hesitation, i braved myself to find the way out through this darkness. I felt so
low since i went solo. It was too cold and silent until i heard a crowd of screaming
and yelling. I ran as fast as lightning towards the sounds and i was too worried that
the sounds would disappear like the light had just now.
Suddenly, i reached a place that the people around me were screaming at the
top of their voices. I did not know what they were screaming for, but it was really loud
that could deaf my ears. It was too weird as i was not in the darkness anymore and
the place was absolutely different. The place was full with glittering and colourful
lights which were too brightly lit. Then there was a big stage-people yelled and
seemed they were too crazy about it. I thought it was a music performance because
the people were mostly teenagers. Their screamed were getting louder when the
music band appeared from the backstage. It was so terrible as i could not see the
band as the people were raising their hands up! Then i tried so hard by jumping and
moving closer to the stage. Only i knew what i felt when i saw One Direction Band
was performing on the stage. I could not whisper even a word. I thought i had a heart
attack when the singers were singing in front of me! No wonder the teenagers were
yelling non-stop.
Then One Direction asked their fans who wanted to sing with them on the
stage. Everyone was raising their hands because it was such a great chance to sing
with the five charming boys. I bet it was only me who did not raise hands up, as i was
too scared and shy to be on the stage. Unexpectedly, the five boys were pointing at
me. They ordered me to have a song with them on the stage. I heard the beat of my
heart getting louder whenever everyone was looking at me. I kept shaking my head
because i was too afraid to sing in front of others even to be on stage.
Then, Zayn Malik holds my hand and took me on the stage. It was unprecedented.
He was really thrilling me that my heart will fall about. My idol was holding my hand!.
I was standing on the stage and holding a microphone with a trembled knee. Harry
Styles said that i should act so cool like it was no big deal. The words uplifting me
and build up my confidence. As we started to sing, i felt my pants got wet!. I had
peeved off as i was very nervous. Everyone was laughing at me and unconsciously
the tears streamed down my face. I really could not stand when i got ashamed. One
Direction tried to bring back my spirit by shouting the words "Wake Up!" for three
times.
After then, i woke up from my dream and found out my mother was beside
me. She was the one who shouted "Wake Up" and not One Direction. My bed also
got wet as i utterly peeved off during sleep. Oh! i just had a dream that i was not sure
it was a nice dream or a worst nightmare. Whatever it is, i was obviously excited to
meet my favourite band even just in a dream. I knew for sure it would not come true.













Write a story ending with: I was so happy to see her again.
One fine day while I was reading my favourite story book, all of sudden my
beloved mother had asked me to buy her some sour plums. My mother was actually
pregnant about six months. She had this sudden crave so she pleaded me to go to
the hawkers stall which was quiet far away from my home. As usual, I took the
short-cut which was lined with shady trees. It was a perfect choice for a hot blazing
day like this. I felt a bit nervous when I walked along the narrow and deserted path
but my guts feeling told me, my mums crave is more important than anything else.
So nothing to scare me and I walked ahead. The atmosphere was tranquil and
serene. Therefore, I whistled away as I gradually walked to uplift my flagging spirits.
Suddenly, I heard a faint, feeble cry for help. The cry aroused my curiosity. I
stood rooted to the ground. My heart was palpitating wildly and I could feel the
adrenaline was rushing through my veins. Beads of cold sweat formed on my
forehead and I tried to calm down. After a while, I decided to investigate and
searched around. To my surprise, I saw an old woman with grey hair and her face
was crisscrossed with wrinkles. She was lying in a deep, filthy and smelly drain. I
guessed she must be a victim of hit and run. I panicked when I saw an ugly gash on
her right leg. The wound was bleeding profusely and blood was gashing out like a
fountain. I dragged her out of the drain using all the strength I had.
Without wasting time, I administered first aid to stop the bleeding .I tore my
sleeves and bandaged the wound up from bleeding. She was still in agony and I
could hear she was muttering a few words. This old woman needed immediate
medical attention. So I dashed to the main road with all my strength. When I reached
at the main road I was totally exhausted. I quickly raised my hands and tried to stop
the passing cars. But none of them were paying attention to me and just zoomed
past me. I felt very frustrated with the selfish attitude of the drivers. As a last resort, I
rushed to the middle of the road. I waved frantically to stop one incoming car. The
driver applied the emergency brake and his car was screeched to a halt. He got out
of his car and walked toward me with his anguish face. I knew I had to do this and
explained to him about my predicament. He felt sympathy with the old woman and
agreed to send her to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, the old woman was
screaming in pain. I tried to console her that everything would be fine.
Then I asked her any phone number that she could remember. She muttered a
number which I could faintly hear then I borrowed the hand phone from the driver to
call the number. Her grandson answered the call. He was aghast and shocked
beyond words. He just could not believe each word that came out from my mouth.
Soon we reached the hospital, the old woman was immediately rushed to the
emergency room. I waited at entrance of the hospital. I was hoping the old womans
grandson would show-off. I was lucky then when I noticed a young man who was
walking briskly. I braved my heart and called him. Then I accompanied him to the
emergency unit. He cried his heart out. The touching scene reduced me to tears too.
A nurse walked in a told us that the old woman needed rest. So we adjourned to the
canteen hospital. He thanked me for umpteen times.
Meanwhile I remembered about the sour plum that my mother had craved for. It was
quite late to walk back again to that narrow path so I gave a call to my mum and told
her on what actually happened. Before I left the hospital, I quickly peeped at the
emergency unit. I told myself that I had saved somebodys life and I was so happy to
see her again.....











THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL
As I walked into school that day, I felt a strange but exciting difference.
Students were milling around the assembly area, waiting, anticipating for the day
to end! Yes! It is the last day of school. We were going to have a special ceremony
to acknowledge the students that had a 100% record of attendance. It was a day
many had been looking forward to as their hard work and perseverance to attend
school, through rain or shine, had finally paid off.
Some students were simply here to say goodbye to their friends before they
went their separate ways for the holidays. Others were anxiously waiting to start
their first day of work at various shopping malls and the ever-present McDonalds and
KFC. That meant extra pocket money as well as means to finally get their driving
licenses.
As for me, I would miss many of many friends and teachers. After all, I had
spent eleven years of my life in school. Parting would not be easy. I enjoyed school
and could not even imagine not seeing my teachers along the corridors or
monkeying with my fellow classmates. There would no longer be any tests, exams,
spot quizzes and assignments to complain about. Life would be relatively tame back
home.
This rite of passage of the last day of school is one that I was expecting since
last year but to actually have to go through it was not easy at all. Mrs. Teh walked
towards me. It would be harder for her, I know. She was retiring today. After 56
years of service, she was going to take things easy now. Her last child had flown the
nest and her husband had passed away four years ago. She filled her life with the
students around her. She would surely miss the chatter and laughter. She gazed
sadly around her and I ran towards her to give her a hug. It seemed to tell her that
we would always be around for her 5 Tekun and I.
Soon, the bell would ring the last time for us. Then, the school corridors and
walkways would empty out, waiting for two months before the next wave of students
arrive for the new academic year. I walked out and turned back for the last time
sweet memories

FORGIVEN
I stood motionless and looked at the solid, dark brown wooden door. The
house was painted white, and black on the wooden beams and window panes. It
looked huge and expensive from the outside. I had to make my mind up whether to
knock or press the bell. I turned to face the garden. I thought about going back to my
car and drove home. Home. That was where I wanted to be; or was it where I would
be after I knocked the door? I sighed and walked to the side where there was a
wooden bench by the beautiful garden. I could see that the woman in the family
loved the garden. The smell of white lilies reminded me of the florist down the road
on Sixteenth Street. I sat on the sturdy looking wooden bench, trying to figure out
what I would say if someone was to open the door. I wished I did not find out where
she was so that I would not have three sleepless nights thinking of why she left me,
whether she was looking for me or whether I should be angry.
I was abandoned at Bliss Home when I was barely four. They said they found
me playing joyfully in the playground, innocently thinking that I was sent to school.
After three years, I found out that my mother left me at the orphanage because she
had to go and find my father who left us when I was two. I was devastated, knowing
that my mother left me to strangers. Funny, I thought, how manipulative and
contradictory adults could be when it comes to giving advice. Those at Bliss Home
took good care of me and made me realise that I was still lucky to be able to enjoy
life. Sister Lisa was one of those who managed to make me see that I should make
the most of myself than being miserable, grieving my unfortunate life; thinking
nobody loved me. I stayed there till I was 12, when I was then transferred to Rouston
Public School. Well, Sister Lisa thought it was a good school. Spurred by Sister
Lisas determination to give me life, I did my best in Rouston and would go back to
Bliss Home during semester breaks or Christmas to be part of the family. Well, I was
not sure whether I knew the meaning of that word, but Sister Lisa convinced me that
I was part of them when my presence was usually welcomed by freshly baked apple
pie and mincemeat. Then we would all sit in our warm huge and rather aromatic
dining hall. I could still smell Marthas mouth-watering Yorkshire pudding and roast
beef in the kitchen whenever I visited Bliss Home.

It was 8 years ago when I started digging files and tailing endless documents
to find out who my biological parents were. Blessed, I found where my mother lived
but was reluctant to go and see her. I knew it would shake her down to her knees
and she would beg forgiveness for leaving me; that she was young and naive; that
she would not have managed looking after me on her own. Even worst, my presence
would stop her heart; that she would collapse unconsciously, leaving me feeling
guilty instead. Sister Lisa was the one who insisted. At the end of the year, I
eventually gave in but forbade her from calling Mom to inform that I was coming; in
case I changed my mind. She gladly agreed and even packed me cheese and
tomato sandwiches for the journey. I was sceptical when she said that Mom would
be waiting for me. If mom knew where I was, why didnt she come and find me?
My thoughts were interrupted by a butterfly flying right in front of my nose. I
looked back at the house to see if anyone noticed my presence. Silence. I glanced at
my watch but I forgot what time I arrived, so I did not know how long I was there. I
stood up and walked back to the sandy path leading to the house. I stopped at the
wooden door again wishing it was an automatic door so I did not have to decide.
Spotting a shadow by the window on my left, my heart pumped. Somebody was at
the window and was walking towards the door. I found it very hard to swallow a big
lump in my throat as my heart thumped against my chest. I thought that I was the
one who would be unconscious.
Hi, can I help you? asked the girl who was standing in front of me with a
huge grin. I swallowed hard while admiring her curly blonde. Seeing that, I knew she
must be Moms daughter. She looked 15, lean and has beautiful brown eyes. Pretty.
Yess.. Ermm yeah.. I was looking for Mrs Collins. Hmm well, is this Mrs
Collinss house by any chance?
Ohh yeahh.. Hmm..Moms upstairs. And I think shes expecting you. Aunt
Lisa told mom this morning. She smiled pleasantly holding the door. Despite the
dazzling big smile, I could see the quizzical frowns on her forehead. I wondered
whether it was because I frowned first. Obviously Sister Lisa must have had said
something to Mom.

I waited. Looking for words, 1 folded my arms unintentionally and looked away at the
lilies, biting my lower lips. I thought of saying that it was a big mistake and should
just walk back to my car. After all, it had been 25 years since she left me. It would
not change anything, would it?
Owh well, you must be freezing. Please come in, shell be down in a minute.
She opened the door and took my left hand, looked at me in the eyes as if to
ask for permission and pulled me inside. As I dragged my feet down the hallway, I
could see a family picture on the wall. Something stabbed me, right on my chest.
Deep. I could feel the pain that I felt years ago when I found out I was left on my
own, and was on the verge of tears. Again, I thought of walking back to the door but I
brushed the thought away when I heard the footsteps. It happened so quickly, I was
not sure whether I was actually there. My stomach tightened when I saw the hopeful
look in her eyes.
William, ohh its you. Ive been waiting for you for what..like..30 years? I knew
you would find me. See, its in your nature. Being curious, that is.
Well, as if it was my mistake that she had to wait so long. I thought I was
supposed to wait for her to find me, or at least she should have gone to Bliss Home
to find out. Silence. I could not say anything looking at her fragile face. I noticed that
her daughter was standing by the small coffee table, looking out of the window
expressionlessly, pretending we were not there.
I looked at Mom pityingly and sighed. I was unsure of what to say. As if to wait
for me to invite her in her own living room, she stood by the door and smiled
awkwardly. Despite the quivered smile, I could still vaguely recognise those beautiful
brown eyes when she smiled. Then, she looked down at her hands, which she
clenched and unclenched nervously. I presumed that she was as uneasy as I was.
After a moment, I cleared my throat and forced a weak smile. Seeing that, she ran
towards me and hugged me. Sobbing. Tears welled in my eyes. I closed my eyes,
afraid that anyone would see me, but I knew she was forgiven.


The story beginning with "I could not sleep throughout that night..."
I could not sleep throughout that night. Not even a minute. It was just because
I might miss the ships or boat that passed by the island. I was shivering in cold even
it was just a gentle breeze. I thought to myself that things would have been different
if I did not take part in that vacation. Never in my wildest dream that a spectacular
vacation on a cruise ship at the beginning turned out to be a nightmarish affair.
The day before was a joyous one. I embarked on a three-day vacation trip on
a cruise ship. The vacation was amazing. The scenic view was splendid across the
horizon of the sea as far as the eyes could see. The sea water was crystal clear and
the sky was a magnificent azure. My blissful day did not stop there. The dusk thrilled
me as I sat on a chair. The sky gave its golden appeal and the Sun looked like it was
sinking into the sea as night began to unfold. Then, the golden yellow background of
the sky changed to twinkling stars. I was staggered to see the view of the opulent
God's magnum opus.
As the night grew older, something totally different started to appear up to the
sky. The sky was too dark. It darkens so much as the glimmering stars started to
disappear. To my instinct, something bad would happen any time soon, but I just
could not figure it out. I went into my room and soon dived into a deep slumber.
'RIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!!'
"This is your captain speaking. Abandon the ship! This ship is about to sink!"
The loud ringing sound really woke me up from my comfort bed and I was
taken aback to hear the announcement. To my horror, the ship was in topsy-turvy.
High jinks enshrouded the air. Then I realised, there was a storm happening outside.
To my flummox, I dragged myself outside and saw people running higgledy-piggledy
as they did not know what to do. As for me, the only thing I could remember is that a
huge wave came crushing upon the ship and then everything seemed to darken.



Streaks steaks of light awaken me found out that I was on a beach. At last I
thought that my misery had ended. But a little exploration did not bring much hope.
There was no one there. So, being an optimistic person, I built up a settlement near
the beach. I lay upon my leaves bedding. I wondered. Could I survive? Did my family
know that I loved them? For how long did I have to wait?
Out of the blue, an abrupt siren was heard from a far Swiftly, I arose from my
leaves bedding and ran nearer to the beach. I shouted for my life while waving my
hands up on the air.
"Help! I'm here! On the island! Help! Help! I'm here!"
Then, the siren became louder and louder. At the moment, I knew they had
noticed me. Unexpected, tears of joy started to drop from my eyes. Before I even
thought my life was over, now the door back to my life was widely opened. By the
moment I stepped into the rescue boat, I know that it was the time for me to go
home.












A ROAD ACCIDENTS
Road accidents are reported in newspaper and on television every day. There
are more frequently caused by reckless drivers rather than faulty vehicles. Last
Saturday, while I was travelling from Ipoh, I witnessed a serious accident. The scene
of the accidents was vivid in my mind.
A motorcyclist was following behind was taxi very closely. He was so
impatient that he was trying to overtake my taxi even near a sharp bend. At that
critical moment, there was an oncoming car. The taxi driver swerved to the roadside
and I got a terrible jolt. It was too late for the motorcyclist to avoid the car. His
motorcycle ran against the bumper of the car and smashed its windscreen. The
motorcyclist somersaulted over the car and was found lying in a pool of blood. It was
a scene to chill the flesh! The car driver, who was cut by the flying glass, was in a
state of shock. All that happened in split second and fear overwhelmed us.
The taxi driver stopped his taxi and I quickly ran to the nearest to the nearest
telephone booth to inform the police and the hospital. From a distance I could see
some people trying to help the injured motorcyclist and the car driver. They carried
them into one of the onlookers car and sent them to the hospital for treatment.
Meanwhile the taxi driver tried to control and directs the traffic. Soon the police
arrived and they promptly took some measurements and evidence. After that they
moved the damaged car and the motorcycle to the roadside to ease the traffic
congestion. They also took down the evidence provided by witnesses and onlookers.
Some sweepers were clearing the debris and the blood stains on the road.
When the taxi finally continued the journey, I silently thanked God for my
narrow escape. I learned a good lesson that impatience and recklessness would
bring harm and danger. I was happy to see that Malaysians are public-spirited and
they render help to others readily. Since then I remember and follow the saying
more haste less speed and prevention is better than cure. I believe good road
manners and roads safety campaigns can help to reduce the number of road
accidents which cause injuries, loss and lives and properties.


Continuous Writing: LOVE / End a story with: ".... and so I became a better person."
In everyone's life, there are different experiences; one of them is the first love.
My first love was dazzling yet aching. Every time I go back to those memories, my
eyes water and i feel like i could have done so much better. My story began five
years ago, when I was only Form 1 in SMK Perimbun. I was inexperienced and
naive, I thought that there was no heart break in this world.
Nurul was my classmate that I had known since January 2009. At first, i did
not really know her until one day i got her phone number and texted her. I realise we
had 'chemistry' because whenever we discussed some topics, we always agreed
with each other's ideas. We found a great combination between us. Day by day we
became closer, like twins; we became best friends but nothing more, nothing that i
wanted. Her life was mine, her thoughts were mine, she was my world and she did
not even know.
She was the prettiest and the quietest girl in class. A special thing about her
was she had such perfect smile. When she smiled, her beautiful two-round eyes also
smiled and were able to make other people as happy as Lark with her adorable
smile. Whenever she stared at me, it made my heart skip a beat for i had never seen
anything so breath taking. She was also kind and always made me feel glad every
time she was with me.
Life was not a bed of roses. A month later, before we could enjoy this
friendship, our classmates started to suspect that we were too close. Very, very
close. They started to misunderstand and talk about us. She was received the worst
effect. She was so sad and up a gum tree with this inconvenient situation. This
misunderstanding became critically serious.
She made up her decision. Our relationship had to end especially when we
were in school. She did not want people to gossip further about us. I knew it was
hard for her to do that, but all I could do was accepted her decision. I accepted it
because I wanted to save her from this encumbering problem.
Day by day, Nurul started to change. She did not smile like before. She turned
to be sad and went to pieces. Then i knew, i really had lost my old Nurul who always
made me smile and laugh. I changed when her attitude changed. I became the
quietest boy in class and always showed a fake smile to others. I pretended I was
happy but the fact, i was not.
Everyday i underwent this life without her smile. Before this, we always texted
and called each other to talk about some random things. We shared everything and
laughed like we did not have any problem. But now, everything had gone.
Even though we still contacted one another, i did not feel her existence.
Sometimes, i wanted to blame those who made this situation difficult and those who
were unpleasant with my friendship. But, i could not do that. My body fell, i was on
my knees. Praying.
Since then, we barely talked to each other even we were classmates since
Form 1 until we were in Form 5. 1 Adil, 2 Aktif, 3 Aktif, 4 Alfa and 5 Alfa. These were
the name of our classes from Form 1 until Form 5, from we were a childish thirteen
until we were a 'matured' seventeen. We only talked on our birthdays or when we
really needed to and it was basically about school matters. There were no more
random funny conversations that made us laugh out loud. No more. However,
whenever i caught her staring at me in class, it still gave me the goosebumps.
I tried to forget everything about her, but i just could not. As much as i wanted
her to vanish from my life, she would not go, and every time i saw her , i fell for her
even more. Once again becoming the boy that i once was.
My love for her is like the waves in the sea, it comes and it goes. Her name is
now carved in my soul for she is part of who i am now. She makes me upset but she
also makes me laugh. She was my first love and as much as i want that part of my
story to end, deep inside i know that it isn't over.
However, i know that i have to accept everything that had happened. I'm
blessed because my Lord put her in my life, ergo i would know how does heart break
feels like. This also made me realised that i have to forget everything about love for a
while, focused on my studies and try to makes some new friends without falling for
them.
I had accepted this situation and have done all of it. Let bygones be bygones,
my effort pays off now. I was not longer in the sad mood all the time, i got a lot of
friends and so I became a better person.