Creative Writing Task 1 and 2 by Lucas

Beads of sweat rolled down my neck as I rested my head on the luggage at the back of 12-seater van my parents' had loaned. Clutching on to my father's phone to my chest, my eyelids were growing heavier by the second as I waited for the long-awaited vibration that signalled the arrival of the long-awaited text message.......

  Allow me to explain :My family had gone to Australia for a three-week holiday and could not make it back in time to receive my PSLE results.As a consequence, my form teacher was requested to send my father a photo of my result slip.

  As I was about to fall asleep, "vrr" ,the phone vibrated.I immediately jolted awake and I looked at the illuminated screen of my father's phone.I was elated and any signs of anxiety of not getting good grades were replaced by happiness.

  "Daddy ,I scored 251!" When my father stopped at the next petrol kiosk to fill up the petrol tank ,he wrapped me in his warm embrace, congratulated me and said I made him proud.

  Ringing the doorbell, my sisters and I recounted the happenings of the past week.We just came home from youth camp and were exhausted.As we entered the house, we unpacked our bags and headed to our respective rooms to rest.

  "Creak..."My bedroom door opened and the slits of light hurt my eyes my mother entered.Just then,I remembered the SST appeal interview that I attended before going to Malaysia for youth camp, "Mum what are the results of the interview that I went for?" "I was just about to tell you." Judging from her solemn expression, I had a hunch that I did not get into SST."You got in!"My mother exclaimed, a beaming smile on her face.I was exhilarated at the thought of attending SST.Any sign of weariness was replaced with signs of happiness

Creative Writing 1 by Moe Thaw Kaung

Name: Moe Thaw Kaung (16)

Class: S1-01

My earliest memories

One of my earliest memories was my grandmother. She picked up tea leaves from the market and would sit on her favourite wooden chair sipping on some hot tea. She could barely reach the floor with her feet while sitting and hair going down behind her shoulders. She would take her batik dress, try it on and admire her reflection. The tobbaco she chilled in the fridge was ready and she would wrap it in a leaf, chewing away happily and enjoying the sunset.

I was surrounded by kids my age, waiting impatiently for entry to the indoor playground. Tubes, big, round and filled with colour always made me more excited. My father would send me in and and go for a relaxing massage chair session nearby. Squeals of joy were bursting around me as kids were running about. Slides which were huge and high never fail to excite me. The pit of balls was large and circular attracting tons of kids hurling the coloured plastic balls at each other.

The staircase at my house was going straight up. No curves or cuts in the stairway. It was always surprisingly dark. On the 2nd floor was my house and I would always be greeted at thr doorstep by my two pet kittens. My bedroom was upstairs, a huge mattress for four to sleep in.

These are my earliest memories.

Creative writing task 1

One of my earliest memories... I was at the airport, people walking everywhere, staring at my grandfather; a tan, lean old man with a balding head. He picked me up, greeting me in Cantonese. A bug smile fell on his face. Although it was winter in Hong Kong, he was wearing the clothes people wore in Singapore. His bespectacled eyes were shining. I patted him on the forehead, feeling the old wrinkly skin beneath my hand. Despite being old, he was strong enough to carry me, something my deceased paternal grandfather couldn't do.
Every time I visit Hong Kong, I would always play in the private playground built for my cousin and her family. There were 4 playgrounds in total. My favourite was the swing. The chains supporting the seat was old and rusty, yet sturdy and strong. The seat was big for me. As I played, I could always see the pool in front of me, with the seats and umbrellas. I would see my brother and cousin playing in the other playgrounds, playing the see-saw. It was really quiet as there was only the 3 of us. But it was really fun.
I used to live in Hong Kong, in my cousin's house. It was a private property. Her house was really big. From the living room, I could see the bedrooms clearly. Outside her house was a pool, and also a tennis court. Her house had an amazing view, as I could see the skyscrapers of Hong Kong outside her window. Paintings done by my cousin was hung everywhere in the house. The dining table was always filled with delicious food.
And these, were my earliest memories.

Reuben Ng (17) Earliest memories

                 One of my earliest memories was when I was under a table and then my grandmother with black, curly hair, looking like she was in the mid 50's asked me to get away from the table because it was dangerous and I remembered that she said that to me in Chinese.

                 I used to play in my living room.My bright red sofa smelt like leather and there was also this brown wooden cabinet which felt very rough and whenever I slide the door to close, there would always be this irritating sound and sometimes when I  touch the marble floor, it will feel rough and sometimes slippery.I would normally play with my Thomas the train set and the tracks I built were usually curved and rarely straight.The tracks were also hard and rough.

                 I used to live in a HDB flat and stay at about six storeys high.I remembered that there was a fish tank above a wooden cabinet.I would always look at the fish in the fish tank.I remembered that the fish tank was smooth and it was placed quite high so I could not reach it and sometimes but very rarely I will hear the sound of bubbles popping in the fish tank.There was also a purple painting in the bedroom and I did not understand what the painting was about and after looking at it for quite sometime, I will feel giddy.

                                                These are my earliest memories.

My Earliest Memories
  One of the people I can remember...As I look back to the period of my hospitalization, I remembered her wavy jet black hair that down to her shoulders, those spectacles that were always sliding down her nose.Her robust physique always covered with baggy clothes.Seen every day helping me bring delicious home-cooked food right to my bedside and spoonfeeding me with those loving, calloused hands of hers.Her dark brown eyes that looked at me ,oh,so lovingly always comforted me.This is my mother.
  One of my earliest playspaces...As I was either hospitalized or in the hospital for most of my childhood, I had very few sources of fun, but I can distinctly remember a particular place.This was the room beside my ward.This small room was opposite the nurses station and was usually unoccupied.It smelt strongly of antiseptic and had many basins.I used to love Ben 10(and I still do a little)( along with many cartoons such as Pokemon etc.)and had a Diamondhead toy that I loved very much.It was glow-in-the-dark and could shoot plastic "diamonds".A nurse used to follow me into the room to play (as my mother was busy working and could not attend to me), we usually switched off the lights and played.When I was not being treated, if you walked past the room, you would hear the sounds of two people laughing.Oh, that room filled with joy.
  I used to live in a landed property in Farrer Road(before I got hospitalized).I can vaguely remember it was a two story house.There was a room which had a floor mattress that I used to sleep in.I remember I used to play with Lego when I was supposed to sleep and pretend to sleep when my parents checked on me.The house also had two large swimming pools in the backyard.There was also a room that had a tall stage and always smelt musky no matter how much air freshener we sprayed.

                                      These are my earliest memories
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My earliest childhood memories(Eu Gene)

   My earliest memories    

        One of my earliest memories is walking to school with Grandfather.Every school day, he would come with an umbrella hung on his arm at a ninety-degree angle. When crossing the street, I would, I would hold his shaky fragile hand and the other up in the air. Some days, it would rain and we would huddle together under the small umbrella he had brought. He would wear his glasses low on his nose bridge when reading the newspaper on a bench.
       A place I used to play was an art studio. Every week, I would go there and when opening the doors, strong smell of acrylic paint would fill my nostrils. the walls were all painted on with random brush marks of different colour and thickness. The teacher would then bring my half-finished piece of canvas painting and a pallet that was clean. I would picture the finished piece in my head as I squeezed the tubes of paint out of the pallet before mixing them and carefully applying the colours.

      One of the places I used to live in was a 4 room apartment in shanghai. There were tiles there that I used to slide about in my socks, thinking it was like skating. I shared a bedroom with my older sister then, our two beds at each corner and a lamp at the center as a divider. There was also the study room where I would seek refuge whenever I was angry or frustrated. I hid behind the curtains and sat on a platform at the window.

     These are all of my deepest childhood memories.


Done by:Eu Gene

Creative Writing Task 1 by Tan Sian Yin

       
My Earliest Memories, Tan Sian Yin (05)

          One of my earliest memories is my memory of my grandmother.  My grandmother was the person who took care of me when I was still a baby, until now. Her slick black hair, always curled up to match the shape of a ball, and her eyes were hazel brown, the brown that I always looked up to. My parents didn’t know how to take care of me, and so, my grandmother took care of me instead. Every time I met her, I would pick up the smell of sweet roses. I miss the times when she would soak me in water, and scrub me with those wrinkled hands of hers, a joyous smile forming on her face although I was a naughty kid, splashing dirty water all over her. This is a person I remember from my childhood.

          One of the places where I used to play was the playground at my grandmother’s house. My sister and I would hop onto the plastic platforms which lead to the slide, and pretend that we were pirates, jumping on and off the ‘ship’ our screams when we played catching could be heard from afar. The slide was one that would bring us round and round until we reached the end. I remember a swing made out of simply just a wooden board and metal chains holding the swing up. I used to think that with the swing, I could reach up and touch the trees 5hat grew around the playground. The swing would creak and groan whenever we swung around. I could have the swing all to myself because my sister was scared of it. This is a place where I used to play.

          I remember that I used to live in a HDB flat with my grandmother. One place that I loved was the playroom. The playroom was a child’s heaven. It was a room coloured light blue and pink. I can still remember that huge heap of toys that were nicely piled up in a neat stack. As a child, I was always in the playroom with my sister, having a picnic with the soft toys.  In the kitchen, my grandmother would always be whipping a somewhat simple but delicious meal. Whether it was in the morning, afternoon or at night, I would always smell the aroma of food wafting into the room from the kitchen, and I would always hear the clinking and clanking of pots as my grandmother was cooking.

          These are my earliest memories.

Creative Writing Task 1 by Elise

~My Earliest Memories~ By Elise

One Person From Earliest Memories:

             One person from one of my earliest memories was my mother, looking so flawless, her short hair fell around her neck, so straight. Wearing a black shirt and black leggings, she wore flat shoes. She would speak with a tone not as deep as a man's. She picked me up from Kindergarten that day. I felt the warm touch of her hand as I held it, and with slow steps, headed towards the bus stop that was surrounded by housing estates, and a carpark to its side.

A Place I Used To Play:

              I walked towards the playground built in my shopping centre. It wasn't the familiar place I used to play in. I remember the combined purple slide towards the air - conditioned area of the shopping centre, and me feeling the friction, the heat, breathing in the smell of the rubber floor, the plastic, and metal used to build the playground. I see people coming up the escalator as I slid down the slide, and reached the end. I sat on the edge of the slide, scrutinising the surroundings, remembering every inch of it. The stage near the carpark, the supermarket, and the restaurants so near me, the sounds of cars driving along the main road behind me, one floor below. The voices of kids playing and adults talking, I heard them all.

The Place I Lived In:

              Going back to my house every day, I entered the house, back then, my desk would smell of a mix of metal and plastic, the humming of the computer working as I switched it on. I sat down at my desk, feeling the rough touch of the desk, using my finger to tap it, I heard a tap resonating, and it was gone. I saw my parent's desk across the small room, a large monitor sitting on the desk, with bookstands filled with letters and papers.

Sometimes I wished I could go back to my old life, being so carefree and happy, without any of my troubles getting in the way.

Creative Writing Task 1 by Wei Hsuen

        One of my earliest memories, also the ones I will remember and never forget. I still remember how my parents will always leave me at my grandmother’s house, passing me to my grandmother’s hands before rushing to work. I still remember how warm I felt in her hands as she lightly pat my back as I doze off on a pull out mattress under a bed. The mattress, blue in coloured with little yellow stars on it. My grandmother’s head filled with white but silky short hair running down to her shoulders. She would sing to me a lullaby, with her gentle and soothing voice, how sweet they just sound, and how I would fall asleep listening to them. I love they way she walks around with cautious steps, I loved how she would bring me a bottle of milk with that wrinkly hand of hers.
        A place I used to play, the playground at Mayfair Park.The playground, consisting of slides, stairs, swing and even a small wooden bridge. The wooden bridge, made of long individual wooden planks tied together securely with a rope. I remember how I enjoy jumping up and down on it, fascinated at how it springs back up after.The slide, long and tall one with turns. It was spiral shape. After climbing a few steps, you will reach the top. I remember how my cousin and I would pour water on the slide to make it into a water slide but always fail. The swing. How I love to sit on it, swinging back and forth with my older cousin lightly pushing my back. I love the blue and black swing, how the swing connected to the top with a metal chain. How it lightly sways in the wind. These are a few places I use to play at.
         The place I used to stay, a semi-D, previously owned by my uncle who moved away. I loved the cold, marble floor. How cold it felt no matter how warm the weather was. I love the piano in the living room, how my cousin would lightly play it, making beautiful sounds. I remember the neighbor's dog, a golden retriever. How it will bark while wagging its tail when I come near it. How its eyes turn dark and sad when I shout at it, with it ears flopping down and tail between its legs.  How adorable it looks.
        These places, memories, are some of my earliest, few which I will never forget. These memories are precious.

Creative Writing Tasks 1 and 2 by Elrond

Elrond Hu Kangsheng(11)
28/1/2016

      One person from my earliest memories would be my father. He would always leave the house for work every day before I woke up and he would always return before 6pm. I would always draw pictures of him, detailing his black hair which he gelled up neatly and his brown spectacles and black leather shoes.
     One of my earliest memories from my childhood of a place I used to play is the playground next to my Kindergarten, I remember the carefree days when there was no homework and every day after school, I would go there to play in the multi-coloured playground. It could turn into anything. From a battle ground to a ship. The assortment of play equipment equalled to countless hours I played there every day, fancying myself as anything from a pilot to pirate. Those were the days.
     Everyday when I returned home, I would always be greeted by the long blue curtains my dad had put up at the front door, I would always call out for my aunt instead of pressing the doorbell and she would always open the door without fail. Entering the house, I would be greeted by the smell of the Maid's cooking. I would always hang up my belt on the doorknob to the Master Bedroom before taking a quick shower and eating a late lunch. My work desk was a wooden table which I did not fancy and instead I would lay on the sofa and do my homework. And if I had the time, I would usually watch television or jump on the trampoline.
   

Creative Writing 1 by Jonathan(14)

    One of my earliest memories of a person from my childhood is my father. He had short hair and wore a pair of black frameless spectacles. He would drink a mug of fragrant black coffee every morning, and would wake up at around 7 in the morning. Being a child, I thought that 7 in the morning was very early, as I usually woke up at around 9. However, now as I look back, I think that 7 in the morning is not that early as I have woken up at earlier times.
    One of my earliest memories of a place from my childhood was the playground in a shopping centre near my house. It was a structure of platforms in the middle of a batch of soft ground with slides of various sizes and colours at each end. There was a spiralling shiny, metal pole near one corner, and another straight metal pole at the other end. The platforms had round holes with diameters of around three centimetres. As a five-year-old, I would go there every day after school at around four to play with my friend.
    One of my earliest memories of my house was a long time, ago, when I was not even five. My mother's house in Indonesia had a large, open space from the front door to my room. The open space was paved with red tiles with straight, black lines on them. It led past a storeroom, the air smelling of dust and moisture.
    These are my earliest memories.