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No more anger | Short Story | Elijah Wee | Singapore

"No more anger" tells a story of a most unfortunate action done due to  circumstances ...           No more anger.          It all started on that fateful Saturday night. My heart was in my mouth. The buzzing of the streets outside, which sounded like flies humming barely distracted me. I was watching a horror movie entitled “Evil Dead” with my wife, Joanne. We were newly-weds – a month exactly. We were sitting huddled together on the leather sofa watching the movie. Joanne had large, round eyes and long raven dark hair that rippled whenever she strode briskly beside me. A beautiful woman, Joanne was always subjected to male looks lingering on her.          Then, the real horror started.          The flickering lights from the television screen which illuminated the living room stopped flashing, plunging the living room into a sea of suffocating darkness. Joanne let out an ear-piercing scream of bewildered terror, which sounded like a banshee. It reverberate

The disappointment to Mother | English Essay for Kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

The disappointment to Mother             What a disappointment I was to Mother.             It all started with a pen. This pen was starting to be a popular trend in my class. Everywhere I looked in my classroom, the pen was there. Whenever m friends asked whether I had the pen, I would just turn away shamefaced, my face flushed to a beetroot. To make matters worse, Mother was adamant in not purchasing the pen. One day, I just could not take it anymore and decided to execute my diabolical plan to get my object of desire after school.             Finally, school was over.             Making a dash for the bookstore beside my school, I went through my plan mentally. Take close scrutiny of the security guard before taking the pen when he was not watching. Sounded as easy as shooting fish into a barrel or so I thought …             Cool air from the airconditioner caressed my cheeks as I entered the bookstore. Scanning shelf after shelf with my chestnut brown eyes, I f