Elijah's Life Experiences

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.      ...

"The surprise" tells about an unpleasant and tragic turn of events ...      The surprise.     A memorable day. What was Father going to bring back home? I had done well for my final year examinations. My raven dark hair danced in the light breeze as though it was celebrating my success with me.     “Amy, stop jumping around! You will soon collide into something. And what if it is fragile?” Mother warned me. “What if? I do not care!” My loud reply reverberated throughout the otherwise silent house. I was simply on top of the world! I am the apple of my father’s eye – he would definitely bring back something nice I had thought to myself.     A few hours later, my sheer happiness soon began to die down. My eyes which were sparkling like stars soon stopped. Anxiety engulfed me. When is Father coming back home? He should be back by now. I tried to contemplate positive thoughts but it was impossible. All at onc...

Here is a story which touches on the ill effects of gambling " Out of the window I saw … "          They were at it again.          My neighbours next door, Mr and Mrs Tan, had been raising a huge ruckus every single day, for the last couple of months. Rumour was it that Mr Tan had been funneling off Mrs Tan’s savings to fuel his gambling addiction.          Mrs Tan was a middle-aged lady. She had raven black hair and almond-shaped eyes. Extremely slim and almost ‘fragile’, one would get the feeling that if Mrs Tan fell over, she would break into a thousand pieces very much like a porcelain figurine. Mr Tan, however, was the opposite of her. He was burly and a force to be reckoned with.          Every once in a while, from their apartment, a deafening barrage of violent slaps, agonizing screams and loud disturb...