Elijah's Life Experiences

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, ope...

Hi there, I am back with another essay. This time it's from my collection of Primary Three essays (for 9 year olds). It's about "A brave neighbour" . A strange, somewhat foul smell permeated the morning air .   Everyone held their noses as Uncle Joe walked past.   Uncle Joe was the neighborhood’s karung guni  (otherwise also known as the rag and bone man) who collected knick knacks to be sold for a living.   He stored the knick knacks in rubbish bags and placed them into is push cart.   Uncle Joe had long, unkempt hair and his clothes were filled with holes. Unexpectedly, an ear-piercing cry filled the morning air .   A wild-eyed elderly lady, her face as pale as a ghost, was seen waving her arms frantically and screaming out for help from the tenth floor apartment of the nearby flat.   The onlookers were paralysed with fear, tensed when they saw the flames increasingly engulfing Madam Wong’s three room flat. As brave as a lion, Uncle Joe to...