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The Fatal Accident | Essay for 10 Year Olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Here's an essay done up with a collaborative effort with my dad - "The Fatal Accident", written during my Primary Four (10 year old) days.




            “Oh dear. I ‘m late for work!” thought Mr Tan when he woke up and saw the time. It was seven in the morning! He rushed to the bathroom as quick as lightning.

            Fifteen minutes later, Mr Tan whooshed into the dining room for a quick breakfast. His wife, Mrs Tan was in the kitchen, as busy as a bee, preparing breakfast for the family. Spotting her husband out of the corner of her navy blue eyes, she chided him, “You really need to have a sense of urgency.”

            In five minutes, Mr Tan had wolfed down his breakfast. “Bye. See you tonight,” said Mr Tan as he kissed his wife and hastily hurried to his car.

            As Mr Tan drove to work, he was so keyed up as he thought aloud, “Can I reach my workplace on time?”

            Worried that he may incur the wrath of his manager for getting in late, he stepped on the car accelerator. His reckless driving caused cars to screech to a stop and drivers to lean on their horns.

            As Mr Tan’s car zigzagged down the street like a snake overtaking every car in sight, he failed to notice a car, which was coming from another direction. In that split second when Mr Tan saw the other car, he knew that he was on a collision course. Mr Tan jammed on the brakes with all his might and prayed but it was too late. The huge impact of the collision sent Mr Tan’s car swerving to the right and turning turtle while the other driver’s car skidded for a few metres before crashing onto the Angsana tree by the opposite sidewalk.

            Within seconds, the fuel from the other driver’s car began to leak like a faulty faucet. Shrieks of fear and panic were heard from the passers-by as they spotted the fuel pouring out incessantly from the car.

            Boom! With two deafening explosions, both cars burst into flames almost simultaneously. The impact of the two explosions was so strong that they knocked the passers-by off their feet. Shards of broken glass and blackened debris spewed in all directions. What remained of the two unfortunate drivers were their charred bodies.

            In an hour the phone at Mrs Lim’s house awakened with a might ring. When Mrs Lim picked up the phone, there was a prolonged silence before she put down the phone receiver. It was the police who had called to notify Mrs Lim about the accident involving her husband. After a moment, still in shock, Mrs Lim turned on the television. Her mind went into a rollercoaster of emotions as she watched the news programme, which incidentally was telecasting her husband’s accident. On recognising the car plate number of her husband’s car, she burst into inconsolable tears.

            The accident that fateful day, which took the life of her husband of twenty years, would forever be etched into Mrs Lim’s mind. Till this day, she spends her birthdays visiting the accident site. Buckets of tears will wash her face and she will look up towards the heavens and say bitterly, “Why must you take my husband away from me in this way?” It was indeed the lowest point of Mrs Lim’s life.

If you like reading this essay, you may like to read:
  1. The accident by Tang Yu Jun
  2. An accident - written by me earlier
  3. Incident in the School Canteen - written by me earlier

Till another time,

Photo credit: 18 55 Photography / Foter.com / CC BY-ND

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  1. Thank you for the info. It sounds pretty user friendly. I guess I’ll pick one up for fun. thank u






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