Our kids felt like sharing their thoughts with the world and we obliged.
“ Enter the aphotic forest at 12 :00 am and prove that you are not terrified of ghosts.” Alex said as arrogantly as a raged dog. “ Okay, then . I’ll meet you over there at 12 :00 am tonight,” saying this we both departed for our abodes.
Time flew like a bird and we met at the forest at midnight. “ Hey ! You are here,” said Alex in a quivering voice. He appeared timid. “ Why are you scared, my friend. I am there with you.” I said in a proud manner. So we both entered the atramentous forest. I could hear the wolf’s howling, owl’s hooting , grisly crows cawing and many other strange voices. Then out of nowhere jumped a dead mouse full of blood. Out of fear, Alex ran faster than a racer leaving me alone. I proceeded with my journey, my heart pounding like a time bomb against my chest. I came across a lady with a weird face, wearing a plain white dress. Her legs were turned upside down and she was approaching me. I panicked and was about to sprint in the opposite direction when I spotted some prodigious spiders running towards me. I was being attacked from both sides and had absolutely no chance of escaping so I had to surrender. I let out a strident bellow.
In the blink of an eye, I heard voices calling my name. I slowly got up from my slumber and saw my mother trying to wake me up. I realized that I was having a nightmare. I heaved a sigh of relief. This dream was wicked and evil and it made me start believing in abominable ghosts.
On my way to school, I met Alex. He told me, “ See you at the forest tonight !” My blood ran cold
A sublime day unfolded as the incandescent sun beamed like a sapphire through the velutinous sky. The Earth bathed in a warm rosy glow as the pristine clouds fluttered just like a plethora of butterflies chasing each other in the elephantine sky.
The golden fingers beamed luminously across the boundless sky and another day commenced for Jack as he woke up with a jerk. He stretched his arms and legs and geared up for school that was a stone’s throw away. A wave of disconsolation swept through his mind as he realized that today was a practice mock exam for his final exam of the 12th grade. All these years that have passed by of Jack going to school and giving tests and exams, he has failed miserably. No one lends him a helping hand as he has failed twice and no one has ever taken the efforts to understand his feelings and emotions. Jack took the bus and headed towards the school. He was already delayed due to heavy traffic jam around his area and he was used to getting punishments for this. By now, it was just normal for Jack, He didn’t obey his teachers and had close to no respect for his parents. He arrived and stood outside his classroom for 20 minutes. After he came inside, he quickly started to pen his test and like always he was flummoxed by the arduous paper. He was jubilant and didn’t care about it as it was just a practice paper, however he had realised that it was a must for him to do well and pass with flying colours in the final exam that was just a few months later. He had no one to help him and he was in desperate need. The mock exam was over and he had made up his mind to ask one of his classmate named Alex to lend him a helping hand for the final examination. Just before he could ask him, Alex came to Jack and assured him that everyday after school, he would study with him for the exams. Jack was on cloud nine. He was confident and trusted Alex as he was one of the most ingenious students in his class. That day , Jack went back home in ebullience and buoyancy and in full hope for tomorrow. He had amde a solemn vow to mend his ways and turn into a new leaf. He had agonized his parents by failing in a wide array of examinations but this was a golden opportunity for Jack to prove himself by burning the midnight oil. The night passed by and Jack was awake planning his schedules of academics. The next day passed and Alex met Jack after school. They started to prepare for the exams. They were completing the portion faster and also studying together. They helped each other if one was in a predicament. Alex left no stone unturned to help Jack. During that month, they became true blue comrades and Jack was closer each day to perform well in exams for his future ahead. Finally, the day dawned when the exams were held. Everyone was geared up to write it as this was the most prime exam. Jack was paralyzed due to consternation and his heart beat like a time bomb against his chest. Alex was confident and calmed Jack. Jack for the first time was in fear for the exams. He wrote the paper dexterously and then just anticipated for the results to come. The results had arrived and the head master of the school announced Jack’s marks first. She said, “ Improving the most this year, he has passed with marvellous results , his name is Jack !” Everyone was appalled and appreciated Jack. Jack proved his potential to all. “ All of this was just because of one friend that arrived like an angel in my life, that person is , Alex !” exclaimed Jack in his last few words of his speech in front of the entire school.
By Tahaa Mithiborwala
The obsidian canopy dotted with a flock of auroral light was transformed into an orange d streaked one as the behemothic orb of light rose and spread its warm and fulgent rays in all direction. The atramentous sky had been vanquished and replaced by a serene blue firmament hosting of a myriad of flocculent clouds of innumerable shapes and sizes moving torpidly. The vociferous shrieking and constant droning of my alarm pulled me out of my deep slumber as I drowsily dressed myself and whipped up a small plate with two eggs and a slice of toast as my means of sustenance.
I duly noted his parent’s absence, a convention that I had become all too familiar with the matters of urgency associate with the business they were in. I carried out several household chores before clasping my phone and walking out of the front door making sure everything was safe and secure.
My grades had dipped recently and my perfect record was blemished as a result of the several bad influences I had acquired through the acquaintances through middle school. I simply saw life as a monotonous cycle of studying in school, coming home and going to bed but all of that was about to change.......
As I returned home, my eyes fell upon his door hanging ajar. Vexation started building up inside me as innumerable thoughts about the grave situation I was in ran through my mind at the speed of light. As I walked in, I was distraught to see the house in complete disarray as every nook and cranny had been ransacked in order to find something. I saw the marvellous ebony table in our dining room flipped upside down and adorned with scratches and cuts all over. I saw the glass panel in the kitchen lying broken into a million pieces resembling a gleaming mosaic of destruction. My beloved mother’s precious vase was found shattered on the floor. All of this scenery sent affrighting thoughts racing through my mind. I felt like a rudderless ship stranded on the abject waves of time. My heart was full of remorse as I saw several treasured family heirlooms viciously destroyed . Febrile tears scalded my cheeks and perspiration trickled down my back like warm soup as my whole body flared with agonizing pain- clouding my judgement greatly. My constant bellowing fell on deaf ears as not a single noise permeated the silence that this void of sorrow had created.
After a while, I regained my composure and competently began scanning my house for the wretched intruder. After searching the top floor, I began treading down the stairs. As the wooden steps creaked incessantly, I felt like I was being submerged deeper and deeper into a pit of nausea and dread. Through a gap , I caught a glimpse of two individuals tied to a chair while a man shrouded by black ski mask held a gun to their head, Alerted by the creaking, the man walked up the stairs. He towered over me as his intimidating frame made me tremble with fear. On seeing him, I darted up the stairs and ran straight to the kitchen to better equip myself. Now clasping a knife , I anxiously awaited the man but a wave of confusion fell over me as I felt my legs give out and me crashing down onto the floor. I regained consciousness to myself bound to a chair with the ropes biting into my wrists as a pool of crimson blood had formed on the ground.
A split second later, I felt the frigid touch of cold metal press against my head. Having understood what it was, I accepted my fate and closed my eyes. In my last moments, all I wanted to remember was my parents. As I heard a bulled being fired, I was astounded as I did not feel a single shred of pain . On opening my eyes, I find the man lying on the floor with crimson blood jutting out of his body like it was coming through a tap. The last thing I saw before I woke up in the hospital was my mother caressing me.
More than a year later, the memory is still etched in my mind as it strikes me ruthlessly in my deep slumber every day. There are some days where sleep eludes me and I spend the night staring into the white ceiling of my room.
HE WAS THE MOST HILARIOUS BOY I HAD EVER ENCOUNTERED . HE WOULD MAKE EVERYONE ROLL ON THE FLOOR WITH LAUGHTER…………..
His name was Alex, is what I heard in a rambled up conversation at school. He was known for his pranks and jokes throughout the school and he had a copious amount of comrades, more than eager to hear another one of his jokes that would make one holler with l laughter.
He was a new kid and had just joined in our school. It so happens that he’s had a hidden secret that nobody is cognisant of. It all commenced the day, I found him wailing his heart out on the frigid floor in the janitor’s room. I had woken up really late that day causing me to be late to school and miss the first bell. I quickly carried my cumbrous books I n my sweaty palms and sprinted to my class. But I halted when I heard the noise of a sniffling person in the janitor’s room.
Who could that be ? My heart throbbed faster as I walked towards the janitor’s room down. I was already l ate for the first period so it wouldn’t matter if I was a few more minutes late knowing that I’ll have detention after school hours. Without letting my mind wander again, I yanked the door open to see Alex. His hands were quivering and his eyes looked bloodshot and a myriad of tears streamed down his face.
I sat next to him and tried not to stutter as I asked him, “A-are you okay, Alex ?” He didn’t reply but continued snivelling incessantly. I fished my phone out of my pocket and called my beloved mother letting her know I was missing school and was going to walk Alex home. He quietly wiped his tears and furiously shook his head as if to say ‘No’. I took his hand in mine and to my utter dismay, I realized his hands were bleeding profusely and that his throat had become the colour of puckish green. My breath faltered as I grabbed his hands as gingerly as I could and tread all the way to the hospital.
In a rushed tone, I told nurse whatever I could think of that could have happened to him. My face was clouded with consternation as I waited in the public waiting room while my parents rushed to the hospital. My parents reached and my mother held me in her sinewy yet dainty hands as I recounted what had happened. My father let the information sink in and decided that he would manage the hospital bills. My mother claimed to hear that Alex’s mother happened to hurt him frequently.
The following morning was a Saturday so I would not have school. I caprioled out of my bed and hurriedly rushed to the hospital to check upon Alex. The nurse led me to the room and I discerned him lying on his bed limply.
As he saw me he broke into a wide grin and motioned me towards a note kept on the side desk.
I picked the paper in my hand discreetly and read what was written in his scrawny handwriting :
I know you will want to know about what happened. Infelicitously, a year ago, my dad left my mother for someone else. My mother couldn’t cope with the abrupt change and moved here to Texas. She was drowning in despondency. But I guess, it was too much pressure for her. She commenced drinking and became violent unleashed her vexation on me. I was terrified whenever she would be in an inebriated state. Yesterday she coerced me to eat smouldering burning coal so that I may never be able to talk again but my mother is in custody now. Till I get my voice back, make sure to make everyone guffaw till they fall off their seats. Thank you for helping me, it meant a lot. XOXO Alex.
By the time I finished reading the note, tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. Alex gave me a soft smile and took my hand in his robust hands and gave it a squeeze before he shut his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
So now after three months, Alex is back to normal and lives with his aunt who showers him with unconditional love and takes wonderful care of Alex. Alex and I have become quite close and I can never stop laughing. I am ebullient and exultant that now Alex can achieve what he wants with his supportive aunt as his guardian.
The coruscating yellow orb was game to face another day in the astronomical sky by scorching the Earth mercilessly. The mud danced around the battlefield as John prepared for the repulsive war. The two armies of India and Pakistan combated over the equal share of natural resources. John was a valiant and vigilant soldier who was loyal to his country – Pakistan. The war preluded by the two armies gruesomely killing their enemies. The war had become a benchmark for bloodshed, hatred and animosity . John proficiently managed to kill a handful of enemies from India. As the war continued, John was left aghast. He was like a cat on hot bricks. Fear stroked up and down his spine. John was in two minds while he discerned his enemy being his long lost childhood comrade. Joseph and John were true blue companions until misunderstandings and disagreements drifted them apart with time. Joesphwas now in the Indian Army fighting for his country. John andJoesph were vivacious beholding each other after umpteen years, however, a decision had to be made by John. He could either fight for his country or save his companions.
Joseph was injured and bellowed in agony. How John coveted that he didn’t recognize Joseph! Infelicitously , if John didn’t kill Joseph, Pakistan might have to surrender . Taking the most arduous resolution of his life , John placed the gun on Joseph’s forehead. The raucous and unpleasant cacophony of the bullet in John’s ears. He was greeted by melancholy and guilt of killing Joseph. Disconsolation engulfed him. The discombobulating decision would haunt John like an obstinate ghost for eternity . Sorrowful tears wracked his body as a new spasm of agitation overwhelmed him. Taking a glance at Joseph, for the last time, John shrieked , “It’s not folly , I did it for the country.” The victory of his country was not invigorating for John as Joseph had bit the dust and bid goodbye to the world.
By Samaira - Grade 1
Pollution has been a major problem in India. There are a myriad of pollution which man has caused like Air pollution, water Pollution and Land pollution. Water is an Elixir of life. In the absence of water, living creatures can die without quenching their thirst. Water is utilised copious of way washing, cooking and drinking. Renowned rivers like Ganga painted the town red while it was in a exhilarating and pristine state. Nowadays they have been in gruesome state. Villages and towns which are a stone’s throw from the river or near the rivers, pollute the rivers by their regular chores of washing. Drinking and by throwing industrial waste. Air is too a crucial part of life of every living creature. Polluting air can cause myriad of perilous effects. Global warming is the main reason. One a wise man said that “Trees are the lungs of the Earth” by growing trees we can avoid air pollution. Threes take in carbon dioxide and give out oxygen. It is quite petrifying thought to discern Earth without a green cover. For the concern of Earth and to save Earth we must take a prompt action. It is said that “Action speaks louder than words ‘Saving our precious rivers and all water source we must clean them and persuade others from littering it.
By Sharvika - Grade 5
It was an atramentous night. The gleaming ball of fire bid goodbye to earth welcoming the glistening white art accompanied by a constellation of twinkling stars which are the crowning glory of the night. Frigid winds blew making the Earth as cold as ice. The ravishing birds flew into their puny nests to enjoy their leisure time. The yellow eyes of the wise owls looked like yellow sapphires in the dark night. It was as silent as a graveyard in our gargantuan building. My beloved father who was the apple of my eye was feeling under the weather as he caught a terrible cold. My benevolent mother had to take my father to town as there were extremely professional doctors in town and my father needed medical help. My finals were going on so I could not leave with my parents which meant I had to stay home, Alone !! I did not like the notion but having no choice, I agreed with a heavy heart. My beloved parents left immediately. Even though I was a cat on hot bricks, I was also zealous as I was home alone for the first time. I was now living in the lap of luxury and my parents were not there to tell me what to do. I sprinted toward the kitchen where there was a colossal box of delectable sweetmeats which i could finally eat all by myself. I grabbed the box and went to the hall where my digital television was placed. I had painted the town red by eating a whole lot of junk food and watching innumerable movies. I was thrilled that even after trying to grab precious winks on my downy sofa, I could not get some sleep even for a second.
Finally I gathered up courage and opened my door. I was flabbergasted to see it was none other than my beloved parents. They narrated to me that they had lost their house keys on the way back home and our door bell was spoilt. Thus they had no other option. I heaved a sigh of relief. I was down in the dumps as my thrilling night was over but I have wonderful memories about this day etched in my mind and I hope that I will get a chance to be home alone very soon.
My fabulous family celebrates Holi which is famously known as “Festival of colours” which pomp and gaiety. It is celebrated on 2nd March. We had a whole of a time playing Holi. We were on cloud nice playing with colours. We refrained from playing with water as it is crucial to save water. We had innumerable pockets of colours. After playing Holi we all were as filthy as pigs. We took a bath and felt as fresh as a daisy. It was the memorable Holi for me. I was as jubilant as a child in a candy store.
Convey my warm regards to your grandparents, parents and love to your appealing siblings. Hope to hear from you soon.
Your loving friend,
That meant that daddy had to lend a helping hand in all the household chores. I leaped like a frog out of my cosy bed when my eyes captured the sight of the alarm clock. The alarm clock had stopped working and I had over slept. I was in a pickle. I sprinted as quick as lightning to the washroom door. At the drop of the hat, I was out like a light as I had slipped in the water, with my head banging with a thud on the tiled floor . After two or three minutes like a bolt from the blue, I got up and went to have a bath with my throbbing head in a hurry and forgot to regulate the water temperature. I scalded my hand with water which was fuming like lava. After my bath , I ran downstairs to grab a bite , in an attempt t p grasp the sandwich, my had pushed the glass and all the juice fell out of it. I even wasted a whole precious minute in cleaning the dropped juice which my father saw and made me do. I ambled out of the door and tripped on a rock causing me to fall in the dirt. From the corner of my eye, I could see the bus leave. I knew that I was in hot water as my father was coaxed to drop me to school and he got late for his work. At school, I was reprimanded by the teachers and the principal and received a tongue lashing for being late. When the geography teacher burst into the classroom, there was going to be a dictation. When I opened my bag, it dawned upon me that I had packed Thursday’s time table instead of Wednesday’s . I did not have my geography textbook so I had to stand out of class for the whole period. Next was the Math class. I got all the sums wrong as I had not burnt the midnight oil in learning the formulas. Soon the recess bell rang. It was music to everyone’s ears. I was as ravenous as a wolf as I had not devoured anything for breakfast. I was about to sink my teeth into the vegetable sandwich when a football hit my hand through the open window , hurling the sandwich on the filthy floor. After school, I felt like a dog with two tails as I was going to my sweet abode. I yearned to get my favourite bus seat, however, the bus was as crowded as a railway station and I had the most gruelling one hour of my life as I had to walk to my home. At home, dad was anxiously waiting for me. I hope this day of mine fades away like a mouse scampering out if its trap.