Elijah's Life Experiences

A Challenge             Regret.             We were poor. As poor as church mice. Things did not get any better when Father did not get any better when Father passed away. Ever since Father’s untimely demise, Mother had to work long hours every day just to make ends meet. At school, I was always teased about being poor, especially by the notorious school bully, James. A roguish smirk would always be plastered on the bully’s face as he extracted his wrath on me. One day, however, I did not expect the situation to get out of hand.             Brilliant rays of sunshine streamed in between the leaves of an Angsana tree as I settled down under it. It was recess and I had already wolfed down the last of my food. I made my way in the direction of the Angsana tree, a routine with me, with a book in hand to read. To oth...

It's been a long time since I last posted. Here's another of my writings  "A Near Fighting Incident in the MRT / Bully in the MRT".             I hoped he regretted his mistake.             The doors of the MRT tinkled, warning as I dashed into the MRT train. I was returning in a hurry from school as I needed to attend some home tuition. Settling onto a brightly coloured sofa, I stared out the window from behind me. The lush greenery outside seemed to whiz pass by at the speed of a bullet before I could ever catch a glimpse of it. Relaxing back into my seat, I decided on sizing up the other commuters.             Just then, a voice drifted in my direction.             “Do you think I was done with you at school, Tom?” Hand me all your money, or else...

"What should not have happened (losing my temper)" was one of the essays I did up in school .             A second chance.             It was the annual Sports Day. I was one of the players participating in the soccer event. Time passed and soon, the referee blew his whistle shrilly.             The match had started.             Face beaded with perspiration, Justin kicked the ball towards me. Dribbling the ball around the startled defenders, I barrelled into the opponent’s goalkepper, Davin and sent the ball flying into the goalpost. “Goal!” I yelled at the top of voice, a mirthful smile spreading across my face. No sooner had I said that than I heard the familiar whistle.             Looking a...