June Holiday 4
"I promise that I would be back," assured Zac as he slowly let go off Denise's hands. He walked up the stairs and smiled at Denise before he board the airship. "I'll be waiting for you!" shouted Denise as she looked at her lover one more time.
It was a period when the two worlds were having war. All the young and strong men are summoned to protect their country while the others stay behind. Zac was one of them, summoned to be a soldier.
Denise watched as the airship departed. No one could ever predict if they will be back. But she believes, Zac will. They have been together long before the war started thus their love for each other was very strong.
At the battlefield, Zac and the other soldiers were already prepared to sacrifice their lives for their countries. Zac held his sword tightly, while his another hand, held the necklace Denise had gave him before he left tightly. "Charge!" as all the soldiers ran forward and fought bravely. Zac had defeated more than fifty enemies when he suddenly felt something piercing through his chest. It was an arrow. Despite of his injury, he continued fighting till the end. Finally, the fight had ended. Dead bodies are lying around the place while blood covered the soil. Zac stood up and attempted to go back to the campsite. However, he had lost too much blood when the arrow shot him. "No, I must go back. I have promised Denise," Zac told himself. After travelling for some distance, Zac felt that he could not take it anymore. He collasped. He attempted to stand up again, but failed. Having no choice, he tore a piece of his clothing off and wrote on it before he finally close his eyes.
A few days later, families were brought to the battlefield so that they could look for their sons, brothers, husbands. Denise rushed there immediately. After identifying all the corpses, she heaved a sigh of relief as she did not see Zac around, thinking that he might still be alive. Suddenly, she heard someone shouted, "There's another one here!" Assuring that it would not be Zac, Denise walked up to the corpse. To her horror, it was him. She immediately rushed forward and held him up. Crying really hard, she realised a peice of note in his hand.
It wrote: "Denise, I love you."
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June Holiday 3
Kumar shook his head. "This could not be happening," he assured himself as the incident flashed through his mind again and again.
It was Mothers' Day, so Kumar had brought his mother to the restaurant for dinner. It was her favourite restaurant. "This is the place where you and my dad first met," his mother always told him. Then she will start talking stories about her past like how did she and Kumar's father got married together. And Kumar always enjoyed listening to them. Suddenly, halfway through their dinner, Kumar's mum told his son, "Kumar, my heart is aching. It hurts a lot." Anxious, Kumar went around the restaurant calling for help. The next thing he knew, his mother had collasped before the ambulance reach.
Pacing up and down the hospital now, Kumar wished that his mother would be alright deeply in his heart. Soon, eight hours have passed as Kumar became more anxious. Suddenly, the light of the operation room was switched off. Kumar rushed to the doctor as soon as he came out of the operation room. "How is my mother, doctor?" asked Kumar. To his horror, the doctor gave a pat on his shoulder and said,"We have already tried our best, sorry."
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June Holiday 2
"Mummy, when is daddy coming back?" asked the six-year-old boy. Joanne stopped her work, she was not supposed to let Jean know the truth. The painful truth.
Joanne was married to a irresposible and uncaring drunkard. He had always hit her and asked her for more money instead of him supporting the family. As Jean had very little memories of how his father really looked like, he had always wanted to see him. Joanne still remember that fateful day when they were arguing over family matters.
"Do you know how much your son misses you everyday? Joanne shouted at him.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. Now, if you don't mind. I need more money for beer." her husband hissed.
"Money, money, money. All you know is to get money from me! Can't you just get a job outside?"
"Shut up! Don't tell me what to do. You're in no place to do so!"
"I'm your.." Her husband gave her a tight slap before she could even finish her sentence.
"You're just a woman," her husband shouted in her face and went out of the house. Unable to take all those beatings and scoldings, she decided to leave the family with her son.
Joanna gently rubbed Jean's forehead. Tears were already welling in her eyes. "Son, I will tell you when you've grow up." Being a obedient boy, Jean nodded. But little does he know that that was how his father was like.
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June Holiday 1
"A-Are you nuts? How can you do this?" Gina stared at Philips with her big eyes. "Don't worry, they won't know that it's us who've done it," Philips giggled. After placing the 'lizard' at the doorstep, Philips quickly pulled Gina and hid behind the bush. Gina then whispered, "I don't think this is a good idea, Philips. You know that Mrs. Edna is scared of.." "Here she comes," Philips cut in.
Mrs. Edna opened the door and indeed screamed out loud when she saw the 'lizard' at the doorstep. "I told you that it was fun looking at people getting freaked out," laughed Philips. "Oh really," a voice said. Shocked, Philips and Gina turned around and saw Mr. Edna standing behind them, fuming mad. Having scared Mr. Enda's wife, both Philips and Gina have no choice to get punishments from Mr. Edna. After that incident, the brother and sister learnt their lesson: Never prank people anymore.
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T2W10
Words used: idyllic, mortify, omnipotent, zenith, condescending
"Now I understand your defination of an
idyllic life. You have indeed
mortified me just now," Jessica said as she wiped off her tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. "Being
omnipotent is all you have ever wanted, I'm so disappointed in you!" As she ran off, crying. Hubert could only stand rooted to the ground, watching her girlfriend run off.
As Hubert realised that to reach the
zenith of his career, he must sacrificed some things: relationships. That is a lesson he had learnt after
condescending to his teachers for a few years.
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T2W9
Words used: gusto, lithe, pathetic, indolent, obese
Lily stood behind the curtains, looking at the ballerina practicing her dance with
gusto. "How I wish I could on the stage just like her someday," she thought. The ballerina was beautiful,
lithe. Her dance, really elegant and graceful. Suddenly, a voice shouted at Lily, "Lily! What do you think you're doing there?!" It was her ballet instructor, Mrs. Green. "I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Green,"Lily apologised immediately. Mrs. Green stared at Lily for a few seconds before she hissed Lily in her face, "Spare those
pathetic thoughts. You won't be as good as her, because you're just an
indolent one." Lily felt as if millions of small needles have pierced through her heart. Those comments from Mrs. Green had really hurt her.
Mrs. Green had always criticised Lily, and Lily would normally just forget about them. But this time, things are going to be different. Hurt, angry and disappointed, Lily stared and shouted at Mrs. Green, "You're just one
obese woman who only know how to criticise people, and you've never gave a thought for their feelings!" With that, Lily stormed out of the studio. "Finally," Lily thought. "I've done what I wanted and scolded her."
But after a walking down a few streets, Lily wondered, "Where am I supposed to find a ballet instructor?" Suddenly, a advertisement of the streetlight caught her attention. "Ballet Instructor. Please call 6123 4567." Excited and overjoyed, she called the number immediately. Little does she knows that another story is about to unfold.
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T2W8
Words used: disgruntled, compatible, eradicate, insatiable, irrational
"More photos?" Justin heaved a
disgruntled sigh as his mum placed another stack of photo albums on his table. "Mum, please. I have already told you that I am not interested in these girls." Justin looked at his mum. "Well, son. You're already at a marriageable age, but you are always stuck in your office working instead of going out to meet young and capable ladies out there. I believe that we can find a
compatible girl for you soon," his mum smiled at him.
"You know that I have only loved two woman in my life. One is you and the other is..."
"Pamelo."
The mother and son looked down to the ground. There was a moment of silence before Justin spoke again. "Yes. And you know that my love for her will never be
eradicated."
"But it has been a long time since she..."
"Mum, my love for Pamelo will always be
insatiable."
Justin walked into his room and closed the door behind him, still thinking about how his first love ended. His first impression of Pamelo was that she was a attractive, capable, yet
irrational young lady. But after having several chats with her, he realised that his first impression of her was wrong and that they could actually get along so well. It was not long before they decided to get into a closer relationship.
Finally, it came to a day when Justin decided to propose to Pamelo. He could still remember that it was drizzling that day. Justin had asked Pamelo out for walk, ready to give her a surprise. "Okay, I'm going to propose any time now," Justin thought when suddenly Pamelo held his hand and said, "Justin, I'm going to the mailbox opposite the road to mail this letter. Wait here for me for a while, okay? I won't be long." With that, Pamelo gave him a smile and walked off. Little did he know that that was the last time she was going to hold his hand and smiled at him. Justin looked as Pamelo walked across the street when suddenly a car came at a really fast speed towards Pamelo. "Pamelo, look out!" Justin shouted. But before Pamelo could even do anything, the car came and the next thing Justin knew was that Pamelo had collapsed into a pool of fresh blood.
A few days after Pamelo's death, Justin recieved her diary from her family. He flipped to the last page and it wrote: Dear diary, I wish Justin can propose to me now. I don't care if it is romantic or not. I'm going to say yes.
Till this day, Justin is still blaming himself for that incident and blaming himself for not proposing to Pamelo earlier.
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T2W7
Words used: ardent, falter, pungent, bereft, pinnacle
"Don't let me repeat myself again," he said, with his
ardent, burning eyes. I looked into his eyes again, knowing that I have really made him furious this time. "I will not answer you," my voice
faltering. "Very well," he said and pulled me up by my arms. I followed him through the dark passageway and was thrown into a room. "You will stay here until you answer." With that, he stomped off with anger.
The room was small and empty, the air was
pungent with horrible smell. For a moment, I felt as though I was
bereft of all happiness. I looked out of the small and dusty window, and saw the
pinnacle of the mountain. "My family are living behind the mountain," I thought.
"Would they come to my rescue?"
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T2W6
Words used: acute, hostile, gist, transient, inevitable
Edwin ran quickly after his dog. His dog must have picked up a smell to an exit out of the jungle. Edwin knew that he can trust his dog's
acute sense of smell. He also knew that they have to run, as fast as possible, to escape from the
hostile tribal people chasing after them. He did not want to be the
gist of their dinner tonight. Who knows that only a
transient stay in their village would brought him such a fate? All Edwin wanted was to get some samples from the unique plant species.
He looked around, he had lost track of his dog and saw someone holding a lantern. For a moment, he thought that death was
inevitable for him when suddenly, he heard a voice, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" It was a farmer. Thank goodness, Edwin thought. He had ran out of the deep jungle.
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T2W5
Words used: disperse, puny, initiate, burning midnight oil, obliterate
Daniel walked quietly in the dark, through the streets. He had to be careful in order not to be seen by any of the imperial guards. Daniel walked from house to house so as to
disperse the message. He had suffered enough under the selfish and cruel ruling of their King. "
Puny creatures" is the term the King always used to refer to his people. Now is the time, Daniel thought. He should
initiate a rebel against their King. Daniel had been
burning midnight oil, reading books on the history of wars. He did not mind if it would
obliterate his energy, he thought that every sacrifice made is worth it.
This time, he will succeed.
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T2W4
Words used: absurd, bizarre, vulnerable, imprudent, imperative
"This is
absurd! Or should I say,
bizarre?" Miss Tay raised her eyebrow and stared at Peter. Peter looked down at the floor with shame. He had never feel so embarassed before. He had just poked the flower pot accidentally and it just broke. Furthermore, all the teachers chose not to believe that he did not break the flower pot. Who would know that the floewr pot would be
vulnerable to just a poke? After a few seconds of silence, Miss Tay sighed and continued, "Well, at least you've learnt a lesson. Never be
imprudent next time again, okay? And of course, a few days of detention is
imperative." Peter gave a little nod before Miss Tay send him back to class.
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T2W3
Words used: decade, mortality, susceptible, neurotic, neutralise
Jane looked down at the scar on her thigh. It had been a
decade since she had escaped
mortality. She rememebered the day when she and her family were going on an outing together. Everyone was very happy, they were laughing and joking around. Suddenly a car from the opposite direction came and "CRASH!" She looked around and saw that everyone was lying on the ground, all covered in fresh, red blood. The next thing she know, she fainted. When she regained conscious, the doctor came and told her, "I'm sorry to say that you are the only survivor in your family."
She still remembered how the incident was
susceptible to her life, and she nearly became
neurotic. She could not accept the fact that all her family members died. Although it had been a long time since the incident had happened, but it is still highly impossible for her to
neutralise the feeling of loosing her beloved ones.
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T2W2
Words use: potential, incapacited, fabricate, plight, acknowledge
"I see
potential in you, young man." Mark could never forget the words his benefactor had once told him. All thanks to him, Mr. Joss, or Mark could never became the well-known businessman worldwide. Now, Mark is an
incapacited man who is too busy to even talk on the phone. Mark still could remember how they first met. He was a young and fit sixteen-year-old man, but unemployed because he did not recieve proper education due to the fact that his family was poor. His father had believed the
fabricated lies made by those swindlers, which made their family go bankrupt. So, Mark ended up begging for money and food so that he can feed his old and sick mother at home.
One day, Mark walked past this luxurious restaurant and accidentally banged into Mr. Joss. "How dare you bang into him?! You have dirtied his suit!" Mr. Joss' assistant shouted at Mark. He looked up and realised that it was the most sucessful businessman in his country, Mr. Joss. "I'm sorry. I'm really, very sorry," Mark kept apologising. Suddenly Mr. Joss said, "It's okay. Why are you here begging for money when you're still a young man?" Mark sighed and explained his current
plight. After listening to Mark's sad story, Mr. Joss said, "Come to my office tomorrow. I'm sure you know where is it, right?" "H-Huh? But why?"Mark asked, with a confused look on his face. "Well, you can come to work for me. The pay's better than the amount of money you begged here, no matter what." With that, Mr. Joss turned and walked off. The second day, Mark went to look for Mr. Joss who taught him the basics of setting up a business and giving a sum of money for Mark to set up one by himself.
Till this day, Mark is still grateful to Mr. Joss for
acknowledging and teaching him. He walked up slowly to Mr. Joss' tombstone and gave a final bow.
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T2W1
Words used: fulsome, pondering, lush, opulence, metamorphosis
Johnny opened the treasure chest, all too
fulsome to stare, or even look at. He closed the treasure chest and started
pondering what should he do with this chest of treasure. "Johnny, come and take a look at this!" his partner, Hubert exclaimed. Johnny stood up and walked out of the room. Much to his surprise, he saw the
lush surroundings of the house. "This must be the home of someone full with
opulence," Johnny said, still amaze at the surroundings.
Suddenly Hubert shook his partner's hand, which gave Johnny a shock. He said, grinning from ear to ear, "Johnny, this is the starting of a
metamorphosis in our lives."
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T1W10
Mrs. Johnson was enjoying the
sentimental song while she was in
repose when a loud knock on her door woke her up. "Great. It must be those
pesky little brats again," she murmured to herself as she stared out of the window. She stood up, and made her way to the door.
"Yes, what do you kids want again?" Mrs. Johnson asked when she swung the door open. "Can you spare me some food?" a voice asked. Mrs. Johnson looked and saw the old woman with a
lubugrious look on her face who looked
disparate. "Oh yes, please. Come in and make yourself comfortable." Mrs. Johnson replied as she helped the old woman into the living room.
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T1W9
T1W9 JournalWords used: legion, nostalgia, bluntly, megalomania, coup
"Why? How did this happened?" These questions raced through Lance's mind over and over again. He was surrounded by a
legion by men, everyone holding a gun. Just then, a figure walked towards him. "Hello, Lance. How are you?" the figure greeted
bluntly. The voice, it sounds familiar, Lance thought. Taking a closer look, he realised that it was Hubert, his best friend. At that moment, a feeling of
nostalgia came over him. "What do you want from me?" Lance continued staring at him.
Hubert had disappeared ever since the day they quarreled. He was nowhere to be found. And now, he appeared just in front of Lance's very eyes. "Nothing," Hubert smirked, "You know that I have always had
megalomania. And now, I need your help. To help me with my
coup." Lance hesitated. What have become of his friend, he wondered. "No, I will not," Lance replied.
Hubert gave a mysterious smile, "oh well. Then I think it's time to say goodbye to your loved ones. Lock him up, boys."
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T1W8
T1W8 JournalWords used: irrelevant, innate, abortive, latent, deem
Finally, he smiled to himself. The day he had been waiting for had arrived. Gabriel put away all the
irrelevant stuffs and walked into the room
innately. Deep in his heart, he hoped that this interview would not be an
abortive one.
Gabriel had been craving for a job ever since he was graduated. "Even graduates have difficulty finding a job now," his mother had once told him. He took in a deep breath and started his interview. "Mr. Gabriel, we have called you here as we have realised that you have a
latent music talent. So we would like you to work for us," a woman told him. Gabriel stared at the woman and wondered, a latent music talent?
Noticing the curious look on Gabriel's face, the woman continued, "Yes, you are the one we
deemed to be the next generation's pop artiste." Gabriel continued staring at the woman, a pop artiste? He couldn't believe what is he hearing now! "Let me show you what I mean," the woman said as she showed him the way to another room.
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T1W7
T1W7 JournalWords used: gullible, engima, murky, labyrinth, component
"You are indeed a clever lass. I have mistaken you as a
gullible dupe. You may proceed," the mysterious man said, opening the door to the tower after Jane had solved the
enigma. She went in and walked up the
murky stairs, cautiously. She looked out the window and saw the threatening sky outside. "I must hurry," she thought and quickened her pace.
Soon, she reached the top. A door, she thought. She opened it and crept in as quietly as possible, only to realise that she had landed herself in a
labyrinth. She tried turning back but the big, wooden door was shut tightly behind her. Jane carried on, not knowing that this was another
component for her to pass to get to the next stage.
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T1W6
T1W6 JournalWords used: cupidity, the world, the flesh, and the devil, altruistic,
I have to say,
cupidity had landed me in this situation. I just could not resist
the world, the flesh, and the devil. I looked at the scar on my thigh, only to remind me of the incident.
I regretted for not believing my parents'
altruistic intentions. They were only trying to help me because I was their only child. And yet, I thought they wanted to steal my money. I still could not understand why have I trusted a total stranger instead.
I remembered knowing him through friends. We started chatting in a group and formed a
coterie soon after. "I'm thinking of setting up a business recently. Would you like to invest, maybe a thousand or two?" he asked me that day. Everyone urged me to invest. Thinking that I could trust him and that it is a great opportunity to earn money, I agreed.
I brought the bag of money and met up with him. He brought me to a
cache which he assured that nothing would happen and we could discuss about the details. Suddenly, I felt something trying to snatch my bag of money. I turned, wanting to snatch it back. But I suddenly felt a slash down my thigh and something hard knocking my head. I fainted. The next moment I woke up, I was already in the hospital and all my valuables gone.
I could only regret now. From then on, I realised that I could not trust people too easily.
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T1W5
T1W5 JournalWords used: paragon, accomplice, complicity, asperity, persevere
"I believe in you." Her tears rolled down her cheeks. I looked at her for the last time before i was thrown behind the metal bars. What have i done wrong? The question kept racing through my mind. People have always looked upon me as a
paragon for them, until today. "Time to face the music now," a police officer opened the door.
I stood infront of the high court. Whispering could be heard. I turned around and saw her face. "Thomas Loh, you are now accused for being an
accomplice in the recent kidnapping case." It was a moment of
asperity, I thought, it is not my fault. I remained calm and
persevered my standing of being innocent.
I did not kidnap the child. I was trying to help her instead. I was persuading my friend, Louise to turn in when the girl was kneeling beside me, begging for help. Ifelt irritated and pushed her away when the policemen came in.The debate carried on for a long time and the whispers became louder and louder. I turned around and looked at her again. She seemed really disappointed in me. "With all the evidence we have here, i hereby pronounced that you are not guilty of
complicity." I was shocked. I am free! She rushed to me, cheering, hugging me. For the first time, I felt warmth. I hugged her tightly, and whispered into her ear, "Sorry to have made you worry. I am sorry, Mum."
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