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Act of Bravery | unfinished story for kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

I wrote the following unfinished piece of work "Act of bravery" in July 2013.

         Beads of perspiration rolled down Davin’s cheeks incessantly like broken beads. Trudging back home from school, Davin felt as glum as an oyster. My school bag really weighed like a ton of bricks! However the very thought of his favourite dish that his mother had promised to cook for him, awaiting him at home, reenergized his flagging spirits. “The teacher really gives lots of homework. The load of homework is indeed superfluous!” Davin muttered to himself grumpily.

         With the sun blazing down mercilessly from the azure blue sky and onto the fast wilting walking figure, Davin suddenly caught a strong whiff of smoke. What is this? At that juncture, a shrill cry for help sent Davin reeling from his thoughts and back into the reality of the present. To his utmost horror, Davin froze in his tracks, open-mouthed. A flat just a hundred metres ahead was on fire!

         Unrelentingly, crimson-red flames licked the flat and threatened menacingly to burn down the entire building. People running out of the flat were screaming helplessly and in great despair, while burly firefighters on the scene were trying desperately to put out the blazing flames. Just then, what Davin saw out of the corner of his eye made him gasp. Several passers-by were trying to hold back an agitated mother from rushing back into the burning inferno – her daughter was apparently still trapped in her apartment! “Please save my daughter! Oh please, someone, please …, “ cries filled with abysmal despair rang out from the distraught mother’s lips, her eyes darting imploring glances to those around her. Without the slightest hesitation, Davin knew instinctively what he had to do.

         As brave as a lion, without heeding any care over his personal safety, Davin dashed into the burning flat and up the stairs like a bullet from a revolver. Reaching the apartment of the little girl, he found the entire place engulfed in flames and thick smoke. No matter how fearsome the fire was, Davin remained as cool as a cucumber, determined to save the little girl. Taking a few seconds more to accustom himself to the harsh choking smoke, he then started calling out, “Little girl, where are you?”

         “I’m here!” the shrill voice of a child filled with renewed hope called out from within the smoky apartment.

         “Where?” Davin asked loudly as he felt his way forward with his outstretched arms.

         “Over here!”

         Davin rushed to open all the doors of the bedrooms. Finally on opening the last door, he saw the little girl ... 

Nerve-biting episode above - perhaps I will be using this or completing this in another story some time later.

Till the next time,
Elijah Wee, Singapore

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