Elijah's Life Experiences

Kidnapped! Yet another from my unpublished collection ...              Never.             “I can’t believe I’ve just walked all the way to the supermarket just to find none of the things Mother had asked me to get her,” I muttered. It was at night, and Mother had asked me at the last minute to purchase some groceries. Lady Luck was certainly not on my side that fateful day, since none of the groceries she asked for were sold! As glum as an oyster, I trudged back home. To save some time, I decided on taking a shortcut through the neighbourhood park back home.             It was a decision I would soon regret.             Without warning, a gloved hand covered my mouth. I struggled in vain, but whoever my attacker was seemed to have a grip as strong...

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...

Here is a featured essay "It was all my fault" I wrote in class during my Primary Five days at Ngee Ann Primary School. Quarrels among siblings are very common. However at times, things could go out of hand ...              It was all my fault.             My sister, Nicole would always get whatever she wanted. From the day Nicole was born, my parents diverted their love from me to her as she had cute chestnut brown eyes and toothless gums. As for me, I was simply ignored and cast aside. This made me become as jealous as a Spaniard and caused many arguments between Nicole and me. Despite her best efforts, Mother could not stop us from being at loggerheads with each other.             But that fateful incident changed everything.             “Just b...

"Lost for words" for a most unfortunate and unwarranted action ...              Lost for words.             It all started because of Mother’s favourite book, which was a gift from her best friend, being torn to shreds. Fuming with rage, Mother was as mad as a hornet. Marching towards my brother, Luke and me, Mother stared daggers at both of us. “Who did it?” Who had the nerves of steel to rip up my book? Perhaps it was you, James?” Mother’s murderous looks chiseled through me. I turned tongue-tied. “But … but how – “ “Don’t deny the truth!” I know it’s you for certain!” Mother thundered as she stared at me balefully. I had to endure what seemed like hell for a torturous hour before being let off. When Mother stormed away, I muttered under my breath, “Why am I always being reprimanded by Mother?” I was definitely an unlucky child. Why was Luke always the apple of ...