Elijah's Life Experiences

On the last day of 2013, here is my latest post of a short story I wrote "An achievement" . I look forward to sharing more essays with you in 2014. Happy New Year, everyone!          My mind was a blank.          I shifted uncomfortably as I watched Jane, my friend on stage finish the last part of her speech. You see, I had stage fright. I was as sure as death and taxes that the audience watching my presentation would burst out laughing at me. The thought made me extremely nervous. I was on tenterhooks with each passing moment. Anxiety encompassed me. Would everyone laugh at me? What if my friends and teachers ridicule me? Like a child, I had butterflies churning in my abdomen.          Moments later and it was my turn to step onto the dreaded wooden stage.          It was now or never I psyched m...

I enjoyed writing the following short story "Betrayed" which tells about a heist gone wrong. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it.             Betrayed …             It all started like this. I was the leader of a notorious gang known as the Mandarin, committing heists all around the prosperous island of Singapore. Our team consisted of Jack, John and myself. Jack Worming was a small ratty-looking man whose front teeth stuck out underneath an apparently well-groomed moustache – incidentally his pride and joy. Jack was the brains of the team – his deep-set eyes could burrow into your deepest thoughts and his thin lips were periodically pursed into a cryptic smile.             John Armstrong, however, was the muscle, in the team. He was probably once a competitive athlete as eve...

Take heed of this essay "Never" ... for it tells of what to take note of in life ...           Never.          Never had I ever expected it to turn out this way.          It all started as a result of my alarm clock! The batteries’ lifespan was out and this inevitably led it to not ringing. I found myself waking up late! It was 9 am! Being the sole breadwinner in my family, panic and anxiety engulfed me. I was as sure as taxes and death that I would be fired if I had been late once again. It had become a bad habit. Pulling off the morning lethargy, I dressed myself and headed out.          Growing even more tense with every second, I rushed down the stairs. In a haste, I forgot to wear my spectacles. I gobbled down my breakfast and rushed into my old but trusty Toyota.      ...