B Day writing (Dew)

It was December and the cold wind blows through my skin and reaches the heart. The smoky sky full with a crystal snowflake, dancing around the air till it hits the ground.   It was a perilously enormous exquisite house builds up near the sharp pointy edge of the mountain.  It was me and my puppy's house. I and my puppy usually go outside, running together during the summer, but now it is winter which we didn't go outside and play.

One day when I was asleep, my dog hid from me and ran away out of the house. When I woke up I seek through the window near my bedroom and saw my puppy outside the house in the middle of the glassy slippery ice squeaking for help. I was stoic for few minutes and didn't know what to do. Suddenly, I clamored for help. But it was too late, my dog had passed away sadly. I’m abject after a while. My happiness life is the antithesis of the sadness has started.  It will take me for a while of bereavement to irreparable my life, I thought to myself. 

Doctor, Surgeon (Bday writing!)

She walked into the house. It was a house of her own, she had bought it six years ago the day right after she graduated from medical school. Her house was a fine-carved victorian-style mansion made of marble. As you can tell, she is a doctor and a (perilous) surgeon. Being the surgeon she is, she would be perilous and take her dead ancestors from their grave and operate on them. All her money was gone, so she lived very, very cheaply. Instead of hiring a maid, she would let spiderwebs grow on the dark corners of the walls. Instead of owning new polished iron tools, she would buy old, rusty needles and knives from the second-hand shop. Every single day after work at the nearby hospital, she would go back to her house in front of the oak forest, race upstairs to the room beside where she "drifts to dreams" and begin cutting. Today was a new day. She would use her repertoire. She put on her mask, her gloves, and took the rusty, bloody utensils and began cutting her *dead patient prudently. Blood spill. Maroon drips of the rusty-smelling blood was spilling and the organs were "sick". She cut and cut, and she found new copious treasures to study about.

It was 8 PM. She was tired. Tired of all the rust, the smell, the pain, the incredulous blood. She needed to prepare her tools and her "doctors bag" for tomorrow. She prudently stuffed her papers in her bag and began walking up the marble stairs. Then, she heard the sound of dripping water. Dripping continuously. The mansion was big, but it was extremely quiet. You could hear her breathing at that time. Dripping water. She remembered she turned off her tap water in the morning. She ran up  to find that blood was flowing from the surgeon room. She opened the door. The smell of rusty blood filled the room. The blood came from the tiled floor to the carpet on the second floor. She went to the bathroom to get tissues. When she walked in, she saw a broken mirror on the floor and blood all over the bathtub. "I must be seeing things." She whispered. But, she wasn't. She felt like she had shouted a clamor, the mansion was so quiet. She felt her forehead to check if she was sufferring from an illness. No, no illness. She turned the tap water on to leave tap water running hurriedly to clean the blood on the bathtub. She then went to clean the blood from the surgeon room. When she looked up, the patient was gone, leaving blood and a surreal beating heart on the surgeon's stool. She screamed. Bloody hands and knives in her pockets, she ran to the front door of her house. 10 PM. It was dark. Why did time run so quickly? She thought it was only 9. She was very fearful, but with the heart in her hand (literally), she had to kill the patient and put the beating heart back to replace the demonized heart. She ran upstairs. Blood everywhere, and apparitions of a live hand crawling on the carpet. She stepped on it and ran to find the patient. She looked in her bedroom, the surgeon room, and all the other spiderwebbed-filled guest rooms, and the bathroom. She double-checked to find the stoic-looking patient in the darkest guest room.

Tarush Day-B Blog

Walking straight into the dark black mist. Each step carefully and slowly with perfect timing. This tall old man with black dark hair with yellow highlights shining. His left hand full of skull tattoos and small half finished cigarette located between his index and the middle finger. His left leg made of plastic and his right hand held over his crutch. Karma he yelled. This old man is also a part of this apocalyptic destruction of the earth. The exquisite sight of earth will never be seen by anyone or anything naked eye. It has all been destroyed. By one person, no one else than me. Now there is oxygen for no one, there are roads waited to be driven on and there are houses left for humans to acquire not by their remains. The splice of China and Russia's power taken over by these Mutants. 

             Mutants which was believed to be surreal and are now alive just because of me. Me an immortal bigots who created this Mortal living beings to take over our world. They have gained all power from everywhere. No nuclear power can stop this, no one or thing can or can we…

To be continued

The night of Frights ( Emma's Story/ B Day writing)

In the middle of the night, on October 31st, right in the middle of the deep dark forest of Gloomeria, where a graveyard lies silently.A sudden cry came out, at the centre of the deadly graveyard with the  feeling and sentiments of  blood and bones. Trees blew from side to side with the moon shining bride down towards the graveyard with a bereaved essence of a corpse. On the floor where the leaves have fallen and some torn pieces of a wedding dress covered in crimson liquid, still warm and fresh as if an onion had only been picked. It was quiet and full of sorrow with a tint of beauty as little drops of water fell from the exquisite sky above. Suddenly, the water droplets stoped falling, and the wind blew harder, then a glow game from a distance on the horizon. Then, every single creature curled up in a little ball as if it was nearly too frightened to open their eyes. They cam upon a horse, it was a beautiful horse with black hair and brown eyes with a tint of lust in them. Trailing behind the stoic horse came a man, but he was not a normal man, he held a knife in his hand, and his head seemed to be surreal. Of course it was not a normal head, but it was a bright orange pumpkin. He was wearing a pair of black trousers, a white shirt and a black suit jacket. He looked like the kind of Halloween creature that would kill u and eat your organs, but as we know from long tales of the Halloween frights, it was Jack 'O Lantern.

Next B day

To be continued................. 

B Day Writing Poon

The sun was shining bright on the blue sky. Trees were waving as if they were dancing along with the wind. Everything seem to be a happy day for everyone but..happiness never last long...

In deep forest where many trees cover the sun couldn't reach in. A small hut hiding away from human and animals eyes there was a frugal witch living. Her little cat with black as night fur and shining like star eyes. The witch immense into the book while the poison in big pot was heating up. Little cat running around trying to catch a mouse but it accidentally bump the pot and the poison spill out before the whole pot fall down and break!...      

B-Day Writing- Tony

December 7th, 1941: The warm breeze swept through the port, the large area of water moving with a slow, relaxing rhythm across one end of the port to another as if it had a life of its own. Everything was peaceful apart from the occasional drone of a plane as it flew across the island of Oahu, where the pride of the US Navy Battleship Fleet rested at its moorings, one of many repertoires that the US Navy had in store for its enemies. It was Sunday, and, like any other Sunday, it was a time of relaxing for the navy sailors who had worked hard for the entire week, working aboard the grey, floating cities of steel as they steamed through the rough waves of the Pacific Ocean. Word was that war with Japan and its armed forces was inevitable as its military stormed across Asia, immersed in the conquering of the entire continent and gloating along the way as they pressed on unchallenged by any foe. However, the only thing the battleships were fighting as of that time were the heavy swells in the ocean as they returned to Hawaii. Viewed even from far away, it was irrefutable that the floating fortresses were exquisite. The US Navy had not been frugal when building the humongous warships, which looked like irreparable fortresses rather than ships. They were the contemporary symbol of naval superiority and any country with a fleet of battleships was most likely a country with power and influence. Aboard the ships, sailors were drowsy, still half-asleep in their bunks after a debilitating week of abject and morose work, and about to transcend into a relaxed mood where they could just party hard on the island. All was quiet for the sailors, as the waves rocked the dreadnoughts up-and-down and side-to-side. The soothing rhythm of the waves tempted the sailors back to sleep the same way treasure tempted adventurers. But sleep was one of the most perilous things that they could've done on the day of December 7th, 1941 at the time of 7:48 AM that had severe repercussions that couldn't be alleviated, much less prevented. And everything... was going to change. 

B day Writing (Hannah)

There was a girl leaning on the wall as she over heard some of her classmates talk.  "Can you believe her?" they said not noticing her presence "She had the guts to talk to us.  I mean cant she tell that nobody wants her here?" said one girl "I know right even the teachers don't like her.".  It seemed so surreal her 'friends' only talk to hr cause she was the daughter of the schools chairman.  She had known from the beginning ever since she saw them.  "Cecilia acts all high and mighty and if she wasn't the chairman daughter she wouldn't have even gotten into the school"  Cecilia had heard enough it was like this everyday, she opened the door to her classroom and they suddenly stopped talking.  The tension in the air sky rocketed as she walked to her desk and sat down.  "Hey Cecilia!" said the girl, the girl feigned innocence as if she wasn't spreading rumors about her just a few seconds ago.  Cecilia decided to play along.  "Yeah?" she asked.  The girl then spoke excitedly "I heard some rumors about Mike from the class next door people say hes got a crush on you"  "Not interested" she spoke as soon as she heard that. "What!  Why?"  It was futile she knew from the start that she was no ones fated one she would die alone and old hag and you know why she knew this?  It was because the red string of fate told her so.

Bday writing Jo (so random)

                             The fortress was as large as a battle ship. I was taken here to be trained to be a soldier. Everyday life was harsh and exhausting and dangerous. My family insisted that I shouldn't go but it was a decision I made. Here at the fortress, people come to train to be soldiers for their countries, some were forced to and some volunteered such as me. Everyday we were trained to build up our bodies and surviving skills. We were trained to eat less and use more. I decided to join and train because I wanted to overcome my fears of gunshots and the uneasy feeling that I couldn't protect myself and the people around me. My life was dull and

B day writing Harry

A repercussion happened in the night.

The boy who was fear of his demise, hides under his blanket. It was an exquisitely cold night and the protagonist couldn't sleep. The cold wind blushes his hair. But under his blanket there was a transfixed light. Yes, the boy is playing his Iphone under the blanket. Suddenly, a perilous person slowly opened the door and see a light under the blanket. The boy noticed the sound of footsteps so he quickly feigned. But unluckily, the perilous person was not stupid, she opened the blanket and confiscated the phone. What happens after that will be the consequences of the young boy. the boy learned that: "Don't play with your phones at night"

B Day writing Mue

The day has come. We are going to get our exam result. We all are really excited about it. When we got the result, one of the friend gloated about his exam score. At first, we thought he did exquisitely in the exam, but it turns out that he actually did not do well at all. The paper was apocalyptic and the answers are sliced together together badly. To alleviate his sadness, he played his bereaved games for couple of hours before he started to study hard for any upcoming exams that will be round the corner.

B-Day writing Teetat

There was once a car called the Lamborghini.....a car that was once the most famous, but now other car gloated at the Lamborghini because they are more famous. On of the car right now is apocalyptic....their producer is poor right now. The car name is Toyota.....this car is the most apocalyptic because nobody...literary nobody use it. That is sad...now the owner is now bankrupt. The new Koenigsegg Agera r, gloated to the Lambo with HAPPINESS. It just sadness THE END

Mue B Day Writing

The day has come. We are going to get our exam result. We all are really excited about it. When we got the result, one of the friend gloated about his exam score. At first, we thought he did exquisitely in the exam, but it turns out that he actually did not do well at all. The paper was apocalyptic and the answers are sliced together together badly. To alleviate his sadness, he played his bereaved games for couple of hours before he started to study hard for any upcoming exams that will be round the corner.

B day Writing-Jett

Golf Tournaments

The first time when you hit your golf ball in the driving range, you want to hit them good to get your body warmed up. If you skip the driving range during a competition, then you are i trouble and have a disadvantage on other players.
The first time went you step onto the tee box went it's your turn to hit, your heart pounding hard as hard as the bass from the drums kick loud in between your lungs, and your legs shivering and your sweating that this ball will count when you hit it. The ball could go any where In the water, out of bounds or even in the woods. All you knows is to get the dam ball onto the fairway and into the hole.

The three holes you played will be pressuring, if you get three birdies in a row? You know what, Good for you. Just don't gloat about it with other players in your group. If you get a double bogey, then it would be hard to alleviate the situation. As you past the first three or four holes you will find you that your heart has come to beating normally for the rest until you have finished playing.

As you walk down the rough or fairway, don't forget to look around you with exquisite surrounding. Mountains, oceans, sky, etc. You will feel better if you are having a bad day. Everyone has bad days when playing golf. Even me. It's not the end of the world if you get a bad score at the end of the day but all you need to think about is getting the dam ball into the tiny tiny tiny hole.

"What is your score now huh Will?" asked Reed "Is it like plus 19 or 20 yet? Haha"
"No, I checked with my caddy just now and she said that my score is only about plus 6 at 9 holes." I said. He wasn't so happy about that, because he knew that he needed to step up his game, because he was already plus 9.

Will, Reed, Max and Aaron were playing in a group of four at 7 am and have played for nine holes. What would come next...?

B Day Writing Louis

The war between Germany and Allies seems apocalyptic. Ashes from building slowly walk up into the sky. The life of many people flash away as fast as lightning strike. 6 millions discoveries were captured, tortured and killed. Many exquisite cities were demolish into broken ruin and scream clamored into the red sky. The war started to be more abject and the deaths of people started to increase every day. After few years of fighting, the war is starting to be harder and harder to alleviate. The allies started to overrun the war and Russia did a huge ravage to the German army. The hope of Germany to be able to make a comeback and win the war is untenable. Their troops are reducing every day and they are having a lack of soldiers. For many years, Germany tried to defend its capital but it's hopeless. Finally the war finished, the Allies won the war but in fact they didn't really win the war because they lost more than 20 millions soldiers from the war.

In class B day writing Kwan

 I closed my eyes for the night into my slumber. I found myself transfixed by the surreal giant spider spinning it's webs around me. The web was pretty much cultivated beforehand. The morose sentiments of the demised victims must have gone the moment their soul left their body. Some, would still be roaming around the furry giant Halloween doll like spider in the form of apparitions. There were also agitators in the place. In fact, there were more than one but more than you can count. I wanted to scream but too scared to do so because there is a big chance the huge spider would eat me right away so I remained still and stoic. It would be very sarcastic for another victim in this place to clamor out that they are too yummy to eat. The spider suddenly turned and bared it's poisonous fangs in my direction.  This, I thought was a splice between life and death. My eyes fluttered open in the morning sun. The light feeling made me feel like this was a resurgence or something like that. If I happened to live that rouge and surreal incident, I would have gloated to the hundreds of spider that I had lived. This was ludicrous. But what if this was real? what if ?
  - there was a loud bang on the door-

A Sunflower (Tone)

Drought. The hot, dry air of the drought withered the lifeless plant. It struggled to get up, but drought pushed it back down to the ground. No water, no food, no life for the poor sunflower. Death awaits. No one cared. No one tried. No one seemed to want to help. Sunflowers are dying by the drought, one by one, and it was afraid of being next. It valued life so much. It didn't care about how tall it would be, or how it's beauty would catch a toddler's eye, but life was the most important thing. It wanted to live and be different. The sunflower thought of water. Only if the drought ended right now. Then came a thunderstorm. The dark, howling wind  of the thunderstorm blows as it tries to pull the thin, green stem. Weeping, the yellow-petaled sunflower tries to hold on. The wind slowly calms down. Haven't been fed, never drunk water since two weeks ago. The stem was almost half-torn. "Nothing's fine, I'm torn." It withered lifelessly. It fell to the ground, its eyes searching for any source of fresh, clean water. There hasn't been any rain, but there has been forceful winds. Only if the drought would end, but there would be one week left of drought. The sunflower slowly closed its eyes, and slowly opened it again. Air was escaping, and it tried to hold on. Please. Debilitated, it slowly closed its eyes, gasped for air, failed, and died.

Sunflower - Teetat

Entering into the field full with sunflower. The sunflower shine as bright as the sun. Walking pass them, walking through them. It feel like you are in another world, it shine so bright it calm your heart. Calmer than you even thought. I never want to stop watching them dancing by the wind, seeing those flower make me smile. The shine of the sunflower pass through my heart and it even pass through my whole body. It struct into me....this feeling felt different...it even MORE happier. They just shine like the sun, being the brightest of them all. All of the energy it shine and released....it won't be a waste. Those energy flow through my blood...every where...every place. But some day you won't be seeing them....but your soul will always be........

Poon 20 minute writing "Sunflower"

Bright yellow sunflower standing straight up looking at the Sun. Sunflower look at the sun until it change color form bright yellow to brown. When that time come Sunflower look down on the ground ,it's alone again... A small drop of water falling of the petal it start to have more and more water dripping down , little sun flower didn't stand up straight anymore it was shaking...as if it crying...

Sunflower Tone Writing Louis

1Looking through the peaceful field of gorgeous bright yellow flower. The yellow brightness immersed in and my eyes caught them. The seeds that cracked into my mouth and the specific taste, suddenly came into my mind. The sunflower field looks like a shelter and that reminds me of the lost, deaths, scream and panic. I remember the time we have to run away and hide under the sunflower. We have to hide in the field for many weeks until the worst nightmare rushed away and recognize the red, white and black flag. It might not be the worst nightmare to the others but if they catch us, it's like we are already dead. Looking through the field, the are piles of death bodies lying on the floor and a group of smoke that started to glide up into the sky. In few weeks, the yellowness of the field disappeared and a huge white blanket covering the whole field. We can't hide anymore. Winter is coming.

After surviving the massacre, I don't have any hope anymore and I don't know what to do. There's nothing left that I can do except for hiding and running away.

When I finished thinking about the deaths and sadness, I enjoy the yellow field of sunflower and slowly walking in there. 

Sunflower - Tony

As the sun began to move slowly across the horizon, sweeping gradually from the east to the west, it is not the only thing that is moving. Like eager stalkers, entire fields of sunflowers turn and swivel, facing the sun as it makes its way west. The pattern resonates across whole fields. Untold acres of fields of yellow flowers move gracefully, slowly following the yellow ball of flame, desperate for the light it brings. But... when the sun goes down, the fields of these flowers suddenly lose their charm. They drop and droop all over the place. A graceful display suddenly turns into an ordinary, jumbled field of yellow. For an eternity, the flowers wait. And they wait. And time passes. But then the sun comes up again, and the patterns reform. They resurge back to life, once again playing with the sun and the beautiful shine it brings. And then, the darkness plunges back down on the field and the patterns scatters once more. Once again, darkness rules the fields. Then the sun comes back up and sunlight is now supreme. The pattern keeps on repeating. 24/7, darkness and light switch turns ruling the fields. Twirling and swirling, following the ball of light, the flowers bathe in the sunlight, enjoying every moment, every second. But when the darkness comes, everything changes. Nothing moves. Everything seems to be on the verge of chaos. But everything holds, and peace returns at the first light of day. This is their pattern, their rhythm, their life.

The Dancing Sunflower (Emma)

The Dancing Sunflower

One fine spring morning came , as the sun shone down towards the meadow. One little sunflower, blooming towards the soft light rays of the beautiful morning sun. Its petals, opening and showing a shiny yellow as bright as the sun shining through the window of your back garden at 7 am in the morning. Its stem as green as a baby leaf falling from a tree. The Sunflower enjoyed the powerful rays of the sun, as it dances to the sounds of the wind singing as it blows from the north. Then a little humming bird came and sat on a branch of a tree next to the meadow, it started whistling. The sunflower danced and danced as if it was the 4th of July. Suddenly, little drops of rain fell from the bright warmed-coloured sky. The rain fell on to the petals of the beautiful baby flower, the sunflower feels refreshed and full of energy as it receives the nutrients it needs. Then formed a rainbow in the beautiful morning sky with luscious colours of its kind.  The rain stopped and the sun shone once again, as beautiful as ever. In the sky the birds are fluttering their wings, flying to their nests to give food to their young as the sunflower watched the happiness of nature. The sky was a sweet tint of rose and  the clouds with a tint of an Aquamarine blue as little tiny drops of water still fell from the wet leaves in the green peach tree. The sunflower was grateful for nature's kindness and having the opportunity of feeling free. The sunflower was as happy and delighted as ever, and that was the story of " The Dancing Sunflower".

20 min write- Catty

In a landscape of lemony color. There I was waiting in the middle of miles and miles of sunflowers. I looked up, it's like an ocean in the sky with a wisp of cloud. I took out my mat and lay it on the floor. I lay down with my back on the mat and feel the wonderful smell of the breeze. I gently close my eyes and felt for a deep sleep. I woke up, I was in a different dimension, where's the lemony colors of sunflowers and the ocean blue sky I thought. I'm in a new world. Suddenly, I felt that the ground is shaking, I ran as fast as a flash of lightning to the nearest town. I realized I'm in the middle of burned buildings and a pool of blood. I looked around, the place is quiet, the smell is really sharp and bitter.            

Pou 20 Minute Writing-Sunflowers

Sunflowers feels the breeze of wind that flows through their body. They absorb the sun beams and turn them into food, yummy yummy food like sunflower seeds. It's crunchy, flavorful, packed with nutrients(Iron, Vitamins, and Magnesium), prevents cancer (not the cancer that is fully developed), and makes your bone stronger. Who doesn't want to eat that? It makes my mouth water, it makes my tummy growl, it makes me WANT TO GO BUY A PACK RIGHT NOW! (Wrote a description/advertisement not a story)

Mue sad&happy sunflower

Sunflowers shine in the ray of the morning sun. The whole field is full of sunflowers, ready to be harvested for their seeds. Soon, the time has come. The farmer started the engine of the harvester and plowed through the field. There will be no left overs or trace of sunflowers in the field. An hour have passed, and the farmer has plowed through almost every section of the field. What make it sad is that the seed will be made into snacks for people to eat, while there will be no sunflowers to grow back to take place of what is harvested. Many people have complained to the farmer to stop harvesting those sunflowers as they are the scenery for people to look at. But all have been rejected and ignored. It as then, that the farmer has plowed through all the sunflowers and realized what he had done and regretted that. All his beautiful sunflowers. Gone. No more scenery to be viewed. Just an empty patch of land. Brown from the soil. That is all that is left. But, the next day, he realized, that all the seed that he harvested and be grown back into sunflowers. he dispersed the seeds, and watch them grow each day. Every day. Until it grow back to normal, then he admired the view of those sunflowers as they shine in the ray of the sun.

Sunflower

The Sunflower

As I walk down the dark night past the farm to my house, I was on the way back from the sanitary. When I walked past the farm full of sunflowers, Thousands of them blowing in the wind. They danced and thrived into the night. Scarecrows, like Frankenstein standing in front of me. 

As I walk slowly across the farm wind blew and I was scared, terrified. I thought that sunflowers were suppose to make people feel happy. But it made me feel like a bunch of thorns touching me, creating scars that lasted forever. The road was old and rusty, when I walked on the rocks they cracked and I can hear the sound of ghost, thriving through the night. As the wind blow I blow into darkness. 

It feels like I have been walking in this farm for days. Weeks. Even Months, it feels like I have been walking in this restless farm. The sunflowers dazzled the night and blew into my face. I screamed, but no one heard. It was 1 o'clock in the morning, and I was not yet home safe and sound. I imagine the sunflowers being friendly people around me. The cast of a spell turned them into zombies. Although they were only sunflowers, I imagined that they were zombies touching and torturing me. 

My feet began to shake, the crows singed in the night, not knowing when they would come down and beat you up. 

It felt like years since I have been walking in this disgusting farm, with no one but myself. Then I heard a noise coming from behind the bushes in the sunflower patch. I quickly turned and see what is going on. I was scared and spooked at the same time. 

The sunflowers waved, danced and singed at me, while I was walking down the old rusty road. 

Then suddenly, I heard sounds. 

It was just me, the night and a thousand corpse surrounding me.

The Sunflower ~Jo

It all started in 2022, The world was in chaotic danger. Darkness filled the Earth. Millions of souls drained away. It was the beginning and also the end. Silent roamed everywhere. There was no hope. The people who survived kept on living and spreading population but at the same time millions dies. The elder of the survivors claims that there is a sunflower in the depts of hell. If anyone was able to find it, everything would start over. After the teacher explained the legend of the sunflower, everyone in the class stopped laughing at the sunflower for looking weird. (soo random)