SPM Narraive Essay - Write a story beginning with: Kim was

nervous when the door opened

SPM 2007 question.

Write a story beginning with: Kim was nervous when the
door opened
Note: The story line may not be encouraged to be used in the classroom. It is simply serves as a
purpose to entertain myself in creative writing.

Kim was nervous when the door opened. His heart was pounding like a drum. His pupils turned
smaller as the door creaked larger and larger. A tall slender shadowy figure was seen. He grabbed
the nearest object and the man at the door said, Kim, can I enter?

It turned out to be his housemate, Jason. Kim was sick after a long day making pizzas at Pizza Hut.
Jason showed that he brought medicine. Kim then quickly washed his paranoia away and let Jason
in.
Jason was astonished to see how pale and sweaty Kim was so he asked, Are you sick or did you saw
a ghost?

Kim replied weakly, Its not like that. I just had this eerie dream where I was almost murdered by a
man in a white mask. He showed neither eyes nor mouth. He chased and chased me with his long
legs. He was trying to murder me with his axe. It just felt so real, man. I got so carried away by it.
Before you knocked that door, in my dream there was also an old lady with red fiery eyes. She kept
whispering over and over about trusting nobody and run. It was weird. Creepy. I think it was just my
migraine and fever. I should stop overthinking. Can I have those pills now?

Jason simply nodded his head while listening. He continued by giving Kim the medicine followed by
a glass of water. Kim had it all in instance with the hope of getting better soon.

However, the medicine did not make Kim feel any better. Nausea began to kick in. He also felt a
sudden urge to puke. It felt as if a ball of steel as the size of his hand was coming out of him. Blood
was starting to be seen in his nose.

He shouted for help as the pain began to feel excruciating. Kim simply wanted the pain to halt
immediately. Yet Jason, with a grin on his face, stood at the corner watching Kim suffocating in his
own blood. Kim vomited blood as he shrieked louder and louder.

After some minutes, Kim died in a horrific scene. Jason watched till his very last breath. He reached
out his phone in pocket dialing a number with the name Boss and said, Mission accomplished, sir.
SPM Narrative Essay: Write a story ending with: ...I breathed
a sigh of relief.

tuition session was as usual. to avoid boredom due to the lack of students came, i wrote.

write a story ending with: '...I breathed a sigh of relief."

The biggest questions were, how? Why? What happened? I am somehow feeling grateful upon
reminiscing that horrible memory. A dreadful journey only my writing can best express. It taught me
to be bold and courageous to protect myself better. It taught me to be brave enough to go through
it again in my head to write this story.

It all began in a room. It smelled nasty. Almost like a fish market except it was dark and closed.
Nyctophobia or claustrophobia was the least kind of fear you would like to have in that room. Yet,
the worst kind of feeling was when I realized, I was all alone.

I looked around to seek any presence of humans. I shouted for help, yet the only replies I got were
the echoes of my voice. My hands. My hands were tied with an unknown sticky material. Disgusting!

How? Why? What happened?

I stopped making any sounds because I heard something. A loud crack. My ears were as sharp as an
owl. Trying to figure out what was going on.
BOOOOM!
The ceiling just fell in front of me! However, what happened next was even out of my mind. The
floor I was sitting on began to fall too!

Uuuuaarghhhhhh!!!!!!
I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Horrified. I prayed and cried for my life more and more. I
didnt want to die yet. I need to take care of my cats at home. I havent feed them yet!

How? Why? What happened?

The endless fall remained for some time. Weird, so my screaming naturally stopped while I looked
around and began to analyse. Wow, where on earth am I heading to?

It was a little tough to observe but around me was a cylindrical wall of well trimmed earth. The
earthly smell was very strong too. It was as if an advanced drilling machinery like the one I saw in
Discovery channel dug a hole under that eerie room where I was in before and went into the earths
core.

How? Why? What happened?

Out of the blue, everything went benighted. The falling sensation began to decelerate and then
halted! My body proceeded gently on the floor and I smelled that vexatious fishiness and wetness
again, and my hands were tied to that unearthly material too. It was as if my body was manipulated
through a voodoo doll!

How? Why? What happened?

Puzzled and my head began to ache. This must come to a cease. Thankfully I saw a door. It was as
tall as the latest smart phone they called an iPhone. WHAT? Wait, an iPhone 6+ is big but not big
enough for me. That could only fit a giant mouse!

Migraine and distressed. I groaned and cried for help. It didnt take long until another magical
sensation was hovering my physical. My body was reversing into a smaller me! The gluey rope
around my hands even disappeared into the thin air.

I realised then that time was too precious to waste. My size was perfect for that dumb door. I ran as
if there was something chasing me. Enough was enough. I sprinted towards that not-so-dumb-
anymore door and I fell on the sidewalk in front of my house.

HOME! I could smell dinner was served. Not sure if Mum was worried. I hope not because shes been
going in and out the hospital now. Whoever that person or thing that controlled me, I did not care
at the moment, but i will. I promptly stepped into my house and announced I was home. Somehow,
everything seemed normal. So I breathed a sigh of relief.

taaadaaaaaa. another uncanny writing of mine due to the time limit. i took away my judging mind
while writing. so i hope i will laugh at myself in the next 10 years while reading this.
Monday, 10 November 2014

SPM Narrative Essay: Write a story with an ending:

...promised to update each other on our comings and goings.

in one evening i joined my students to write a story. well, let's end the boring intro and here it
goes...

Write a story with an ending.......promised to update each other on our comings and goings.

The crickets began to sing their favorite melody; the wind was swaying our clothes as if there was
a storm coming. At the edge of this legendary mountain, we would climb for the ultimate treasure!

Step by step, Jack dragged me with a think rope around my waist. Time passed by and the sight
of the top began to disappear under a thick fog.

"Aghhhh...argggghhhhhh!" Jack shouted.

"What is it, my dear? What's wrong? Tell me!!"

Jack continued his horrifying scream. The fog was surrounding us. I began to panic even though
we haven't even reach the real adventure. Shame!
"Jack..Ja...." My sight was vanishing. My head was dizzy. I couldn't even stand on my knees. As
my voice faded, everything went black.

Splash! A pail of water went on my face. I looked around and seeing Jack at that time was very
delightful. I asked him what happened, he said it was too late to explain. The next thing I recalled,
he spoke the word, "lair".

To be honest, I was still feeling as weak as a baby. Yet, upon hearing a loud roar vibrating the
cave we were in, I forced myself to stand up and hold my swords. Every second we had was
another pump of adrenaline into our veins. Jack and I looked at each other, we nodded, then
stormed into the unknown!

Yes, we were in a monster's lair. Hidden in a legendary mountain that told as fairy tales for
centuries in our province. However, we were not there just to kill the ugly monster, but we were
there for the gigantic diamond that worth all the diamond stores in the world!

In the midst of the semi-darkness, Jack and I fought very hard. The 12-foot tall monster pushed
me hard on the wall.

"Michele!!!" Jack shouted my name furiously. He began to feel impatient, he held his swords as
mighty as he could, like a samurai with anger burning through his eyes. As the monster was
getting nearer... "Hyaaaarghhh!!"

Hand claps was heard at the back of our ears. We did it. We owned the game. The reward tickets
came rushing out of the machine. It was the most epic game Jack and I played at the
entertainment center in the mall. We got ourselves a huge teddy bear with the tickets.

Today is actually Jack's last day being in Malaysia. He was my best buddy in high shcool and we
used to go to the mall and spent our weekly collected money on the high-tech video games
available. It was our best days at teens.

So on his last day, we agreed to do it again despite our maturing age. It was quite embarrassing
but nothing beats the exhilarating moment with Jack in the game.
We spent the evening at a bubble tea corner and chit chatted about the past and the future. We
made sure we have each other's contact. At the front of the mall, a taxi arrived and we hugged for
the last time. I waved at him as he entered the taxi and it felt like the rest of the world was no
longer exist around us. Yet I kept head high because we promised to update each other on our
comings and goings.

THE END