XoomYa
08-11-08, 08:25 PM
ok. somewhere here it says 2 rite a creative story about hsc. i know i ahven't done it, but i think some ppl mite have felt this way b4. i dunno. but i do sorta exaggarate. anyway i wrote a atory:
As the clouds parted, the sun’s rays lit up the skies and ground. Flowers bloomed and bathed in the sun’s warm glow. As the rays travelled, anxious faces, filled with stress, became apparent. Finally, the building in the far edge became lit up also.
The building looked cold. Uninviting. Ominous, even in the sun’s intense light. With a mournful gaze I turned away. Each line, crack and crevice on the building screamed out to me of what lay inside: my doom.
Even with all the sleepless nights, dreams and preparations for this day –for this very moment- I was not ready. How could I be?
After a seemingly long wait, the doors of the building creaked open, revealing rows and rows of torture: tables and chairs.
At the sight, my carefree demeanour succumbed to the fear inside. Sweat beads erupted on my forehead; my hands became clammy and tense, clutching my lifeline so hard that my knuckles had turned white.
Saying bismillah, I took a step forward. The simple sentence just uttered, filled me with courage. Each step seemed to beat renewed faith and hope into me, pumping through the veins, reaching the very marrows of every bone and muscle.
I stepped into the building with the weapons of faith and ink…
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3 hours later, I emerged from the building –exhausted, but with a victorious smile etched into my face- into the pouring rain. The weather mocked me, but my happiness and pure delight was of more importance.
I HAD FINISHED MY HSC FOREVER!!!
As the clouds parted, the sun’s rays lit up the skies and ground. Flowers bloomed and bathed in the sun’s warm glow. As the rays travelled, anxious faces, filled with stress, became apparent. Finally, the building in the far edge became lit up also.
The building looked cold. Uninviting. Ominous, even in the sun’s intense light. With a mournful gaze I turned away. Each line, crack and crevice on the building screamed out to me of what lay inside: my doom.
Even with all the sleepless nights, dreams and preparations for this day –for this very moment- I was not ready. How could I be?
After a seemingly long wait, the doors of the building creaked open, revealing rows and rows of torture: tables and chairs.
At the sight, my carefree demeanour succumbed to the fear inside. Sweat beads erupted on my forehead; my hands became clammy and tense, clutching my lifeline so hard that my knuckles had turned white.
Saying bismillah, I took a step forward. The simple sentence just uttered, filled me with courage. Each step seemed to beat renewed faith and hope into me, pumping through the veins, reaching the very marrows of every bone and muscle.
I stepped into the building with the weapons of faith and ink…
______________________________________
3 hours later, I emerged from the building –exhausted, but with a victorious smile etched into my face- into the pouring rain. The weather mocked me, but my happiness and pure delight was of more importance.
I HAD FINISHED MY HSC FOREVER!!!