Elijah's Life Experiences

"Stuck in the lift" - an experience I am sure a number of you may be able to relate to ... but in this particular case though, it was a little worse than the usual one ...              Brave.             I had always thought I was brave. As brave as a lion. Not fearful of anything.             Until the lift had broken down.             I was waiting patiently for the lift doors to open. A mother and her daughter waited patiently. The mother, clad in a light blue dress made of best quality material, clutched her daughter’s hand. Her lustrous blond hair cascaded down her well-toned shoulders. My innermost thoughts were soon jolted by the familiar mechanical sound of the lift’s doors opening. If only I had reconsidered taking the stairs …             Accompanied by the monotonous whirring sounds of the lift’s mechanical system, we were each absorbed in our thoughts as we looked on at the ascending numbers flashing in sequence on the lift display. Bump!

"A lesson learnt" - my next essay may ring a bell with some of you readers ;-)             The computer emitted a loud ka-boom.             I was playing the latest PC game “Call of Duty Black Ops 2”. The game was rather enthralling and I was glued to my seat for hours upon end. My face was as cheery as a sunbeam and I exclaimed happily, “Ha! Ha! This level is so easy!” Grinning from ear to ear, I continued playing. Time seemed to fly by even without me realising it. Dusk has set and darkness soon engulfed us.             “Sean, come out for dinner! I have cooked your favourite crispy chicken wings!” Mother’s call seemed to express a motive to stop me from playing and to come out for dinner. However, my irritated reply reverberated around the house. “Just wait a few more seconds!” “All right! But please come out quick.” Mother replied with a huge sigh. Was that too much to ask?             The “few seconds” dragged on and soon extended to two hours. However,

"A light purse makes a heavy heart" , my next story, tells us that there is no easy way out in life and one has to own up to what one has done. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.          A light purse makes a heavy heart.          That was what I always used to tell myself. We were poor. Ever since Father’s demise, Mother has been working tirelessly day and night to make ends meet. The number of wrinkles on her face evidently showed the years of devotion she had selflessly put in to support the family. Sporting bone white hair and a body almost as thin as stick, Mother looked as old as the hills. Despite being told of the importance of ‘wants’ and ‘needs’, I just could not seem to stop shooting envious glances at what my classmates could very well afford. Take for instance, the latest phone model that made me as Jealous as a Spaniard. Can I buy it? The answer was very simple – NO! One fateful Friday afternoon, I just could not resist to give in to

Here is the first post from me in 2014, with the story "Lost for words" .           Lost for words.           It all started because of Mother’s favourite book, which was a gift from her best friend, being torn to shreds. Fuming with rage, Mother was as mad as a hornet. Marching towards my brother, Luke and me, Mother stared daggers at both of us. “Who did it?” Who had the nerves of steel to rip up my book? Perhaps it was you, James?” Mother’s murderous looks chiseled through me. I turned tongue-tied. “But … but how – “ “Don’t deny the truth!” I know it’s you for certain!” Mother thundered as she stared at me balefully. I had to endure what seemed like hell for a torturous hour before being let off. When Mother stormed away, I muttered under my breath, “Why am I always being reprimanded by Mother?” I was definitely an unlucky child. Why was Luke always the apple of her eye? Why? Speaking of Luke, did I just see him grin?           It then dawned on me that perhaps L