A knock on the door in the middle of the night (Primary 4 essay for 10 year olds by Elijah Wee, Singapore)
Hi there,
I will be posting up a number of my recent Primary school essays (from Ngee Ann Primary School as well as those done at home) here in the next couple of weeks. Appreciate your feedback on my stories! Here's the first one from my Primary 4 (10 years old) collection, entitled "A knock on the door in the middle of the night".
Whenever I see a fire, be it in real life or on television, I would tremble in fear and recall an incident that happened a few days ago.
It was late at night. I was tossing and turning on my bed as I tried to sleep. At that juncture, I heard a loud banging outside my house. Surprised and bewildered by the thought of whether someone was banging on my door or a burglar trying to break into my house, I went out to investigate.
When I opened the door, I saw my neighbour, Aunt Fiona. She was perspiring profusely and was as pale as a ghost. "What is it?" I asked Aunt Fiona. With tears welling in her eyes, she replied, "My house is on fire!" And my beloved cat, Milo, is trapped in the house!" As I tried to console her, my parent came out from the house. On hearing what I had told them, my mother helped me to comfort Aunt Fiona while my father punched the keys on his mobile phone to notify the fire brigade.
We decided to take a look at what was happening. Upon looking at Aunt Fiona's house, we were dumfounded. The fire was razing the house to the ground and was blazing non-stop. Some of our neighbours tried to put out the fire using buckets of water, but to no avail.
Just then, we could hear the shrill ringing from the crimson red fire engines. Burly fire-fighters used fire hoses to spray huge gusts of water at Aunt Fiona's burning house to put out the fire. "Milo, I must save her!" she shouted and walked towards her house. I tried to hold her back, but she shoved me aside. Fortunately, some neighbours restrained her from doing so.
Just when the fire had been put out, a fire-fighter walked out of the house, with Milo in his hands. There were bursts of applause as Aunt Fiona ran to get her cat. Some of us, including my parents, muttered a silent prayer. I also sighed with relief that the incident was over. A few minutes later, a policeman was seen at the scene, looking around for clues as to how the fire had started.
A few days later, it was reported in the news that the fire was actually caused by Aunt Fiona's neglect of fire safety. She had left her oven on, causing the fire to start. While Aunt Fiona's house was undergoing works, we offered a place at our house for Aunt Fiona to stay. From that incident, I learnt that 'Fire is a good servant but a bad master'.
How did you find this essay? More to come - I will be posting up more from my own works and hopefully from other contributors soon.
Ta,
Elijah Wee
I will be posting up a number of my recent Primary school essays (from Ngee Ann Primary School as well as those done at home) here in the next couple of weeks. Appreciate your feedback on my stories! Here's the first one from my Primary 4 (10 years old) collection, entitled "A knock on the door in the middle of the night".
Whenever I see a fire, be it in real life or on television, I would tremble in fear and recall an incident that happened a few days ago.
It was late at night. I was tossing and turning on my bed as I tried to sleep. At that juncture, I heard a loud banging outside my house. Surprised and bewildered by the thought of whether someone was banging on my door or a burglar trying to break into my house, I went out to investigate.
When I opened the door, I saw my neighbour, Aunt Fiona. She was perspiring profusely and was as pale as a ghost. "What is it?" I asked Aunt Fiona. With tears welling in her eyes, she replied, "My house is on fire!" And my beloved cat, Milo, is trapped in the house!" As I tried to console her, my parent came out from the house. On hearing what I had told them, my mother helped me to comfort Aunt Fiona while my father punched the keys on his mobile phone to notify the fire brigade.
We decided to take a look at what was happening. Upon looking at Aunt Fiona's house, we were dumfounded. The fire was razing the house to the ground and was blazing non-stop. Some of our neighbours tried to put out the fire using buckets of water, but to no avail.
Just then, we could hear the shrill ringing from the crimson red fire engines. Burly fire-fighters used fire hoses to spray huge gusts of water at Aunt Fiona's burning house to put out the fire. "Milo, I must save her!" she shouted and walked towards her house. I tried to hold her back, but she shoved me aside. Fortunately, some neighbours restrained her from doing so.
Just when the fire had been put out, a fire-fighter walked out of the house, with Milo in his hands. There were bursts of applause as Aunt Fiona ran to get her cat. Some of us, including my parents, muttered a silent prayer. I also sighed with relief that the incident was over. A few minutes later, a policeman was seen at the scene, looking around for clues as to how the fire had started.
A few days later, it was reported in the news that the fire was actually caused by Aunt Fiona's neglect of fire safety. She had left her oven on, causing the fire to start. While Aunt Fiona's house was undergoing works, we offered a place at our house for Aunt Fiona to stay. From that incident, I learnt that 'Fire is a good servant but a bad master'.
How did you find this essay? More to come - I will be posting up more from my own works and hopefully from other contributors soon.
Ta,
Elijah Wee
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