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“It’s not my fault,” he shouted. Andrew’s bellows resonated across the snowy forest as the adroit police officers were approaching with an augmenting pace, accompanied by their sniffer dogs. The wind blowing through the pine trees made eerie , melancholic noises as Andrew drenched in crimson blood was holding the body of his brother, Ernie. Trepidation stroked up and down and his spine as the realisation of his inevitable capture dawned upon him. All the evidence points towards him and even I f it didn’t the real culprits had already lined the police department’s pockets a myriad of times before.
As night dawned, the fulgent rays of the gargantuan glowing orb and the salmon sky gave way to the atramentous sky, dotted with specs of fulgent stars . The frigid cold only proliferated as Andrew and Ernie almost glaciating in the gelid climate darted into the nearby cafeteria lounge run by ‘Red’ John Crawford. Andrew heaved a sigh of relief as the warm air inside enveloped him. They had dropped by to pick up the weekly shipment of goods ‘Red’ wanted transported to the village a stone’s throw away. Andrew was bewildered when Ernie said he had found a new client as it would be a piece of cake to transport the goods himself but he went along with it. As they awaited the shipment, a gleaming black jeep roared across the store and pulled up nearby. On seeing this, Ernie’s face turned cadaverous . He was rooted to the spot and on seeing his eyes, was brimming with affrightning thoughts, vexation began mounting within him too. As innumerable thoughts raced through his mind like lightning, out of the blue, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head which morphed in an unrelenting throbbing. As he felt the febrile touch of blood trickling down his forehead it all went atramentous.
Andrew woke up from his deep slumber and rubbed his bleary eyes to discern the face of the infamous gangster, Gustavo Garica. Garcia was the reason the market was flooded with illegal narcotics, which were detrimental to the health of anyone who consumed them. His avarice was clear from the tone in which he spoke, he went on to explain how Ernie had betrayed Andrew, and was using ‘ Red’s’ cafeteria as a front for transporting narcotics. He had too consumed these narcotics and it had become his vice. Hw was left indebted as he purchased these narcotics, which cost an arm and a leg , on a daily basis. It had been four months now, when two weeks ago Ernie was persuaded by his friends to steal a meagre amount of the cumbersome shipment. Blinded by the alluring façade of quick riches he did that for the last shipment and the one before it too. Andrew felt a tidal wave of despair crash onto his chest as Gustavo turned to Ernie and without uttering a single word, continued to relentlessly strike his head with the metal pipe he had clutched in his hand. Specs of blood flew across in all four directions as a red and white mosaic was created by the obliteration of Enrie’s head or whatever remained of it at its centre. Andrew sobbed incessantly as febrile tears scalded his cheeks, which had become blue because of the gelid cold. Gustavo advanced towards him and left the blood smeared metal pipe in his palm before striking him over his head.
As woke up to the blaring drone of the police sirens, he crawled towards his brother and held him in his clutches. He knew that the nefarious Gustavo had already greased the palms of these corrupt officials as they approached him. Melancholy overwhelmed him as he accepted the eventual apprehension and life long incarceration that was written in his fate.
THE BITTER TRUTH
He merely desiderated to protect his inestimable daughter from his past solemn follies. “ It is not my fault,” he repeated incessantly as his beloved daughter’s cadaverous body was being whisked away.
Meera sauntered frantically towards her attic to find something for her project . She didn’t know that she was going to learn about the acrimonious truth of her father. While she was rummaging for something, she discovered an old vintage box which had her father’s initial carved on it. The box was locked. She attempted to open the lock with umpteen keys but couldn’t open it. Then she thought of trying the key her father wears on his wrist. She sneaked into his room and took his key bracelet discreetly while her father was as busy as a beaver cooking scrumptious food. She darted towards the attic and tried the key. The box opened. When she opened the box completely, she discerned that there were a myriad of articles cut out dexterously. She picked up one article and read that her father’s name was printed in capital letters. When she read , she discovered that her father was a nefarious burglar. He had burgled several banks and in all other articles something or the other repulsive was written about her father. She was paralyzed with consternation. Umpteen questions raced across her mind.She darted downstairs with vexation mounting within her. She went to her father and interrogated him. “Why did you lie ?” she said indignantly. Her petrified father said, “Calm down” A febrile tear rolled down her father’s face and he said , “Yes, I was a burglar.” She could not digest the harsh reality and dashed out of the house. She didn’t see a truck moving expeditiously as her eyes were overwhelmed with febrile tears. The truck rammed into her and she perished with her last words , “ Papa !” hanging in the air.
WRITE A STORY WHICH STARTS WITH THE OPENING OF A DOOR TO A ROOM THAT YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO ENTER
The long hallway seemed to stretch on forever I took discreet minuscule steps cutting through the onyx like darkness. At the end of the corridor lay a simple wooden door. No, on second thought, the door actually appeared to be made of scintillating silver and was cool to touch. My quivering fingers touched the door, a feather like touch. Although my touch was light, the coldness of the door sent shivers through my veins and despite t he unusually low temperature in the rooms, perspiration trickled down my back like warm soup.
The door swung open and as I stepped through, my consciousness faded. “ Will you be here tomorrow ?” asked my best comrade as she swung her legs backwards and forwards incessantly, in hopes of gaining a higher and higher altitude. Her short limbs flailed and she looked rather frivolous as she bellowed non sensical words in apparent elevation. I grinned back at her and said , “ I can’t , some of us have to study.” My tone was mocking but my words were not. All I could think about was her being the perfect kid, the goody-two shoes of the playground. Not only was she Ms.Brainy but she was also alluring with blond ringlets and clear glassy blue eyes. She huffed as she came darting to me kicking up copious mountains of sand. Her eyes were questioning as I commenced a conversation that had something to do with her being the perfect child. As she bent down to tie her shoe lace , I picked out a short, incandescent ivory knife from the wide array that I had inside the denim jacket and enshrouded it behind my back.
Her trusting eyes bore into mine as I brought the knife in a silvery arc and then blood red bloomed like a flower on her little white dress.
I awoke in the pallid grey light of the hospital and an unsurpassable pang of pain shot through my neck. Then, as if , my limbs had a wall, I began trotting towards the door, my attempts to stop walking proved fruitless.
“How many times ?” I questioned
“Until you learn to swallow your insecurity ?” they said.
Then I continued my incessant path as the light left and the darkness enveloped me and spasms of guilt raced through my mind.
Both of us were beaming jubilantly and were in exuberant spirits as Paul’s phone started ringing. His ebullient face was replaced with a look of consternation then again replaced with a smile that gave me the chills. I wanted that smile to disappear as it discomforted me. He looked up at me with an apologetic look and apprised me that he had some urgent work to attend to and would meet me at home. I tried pleading with him as it was dead in the night. Paul explained that this could not wait and vowed he would be back before I knew it. I agreed reluctantly and went on my way with the car.
I had almost reached when a figure clad in a black coat appeared out of the darkness and I almost ran over him. I swerved the car quickly and pulled over. I was yet out of breath when the figure started making its way towards me. Gripping the steering , I braced myself for the worst. However the figure was an old woman with a high pitched voice along with a despondent tale about how she was abandoned and needed to reach home. I resolved to lend her a helping hand convincing myself I was doing a noble act. Attempting to start a conversation, I asked her some questions about her life but was always rewarded with tight lipped one worded answers. Finally giving up, I turned the radio on to the news channel. The car was overwhelmed with incessant repetitive news until after sometime there was an urgent announcement. It was about a psycho killer being on the lose. I was paralyzed with trepidation hearing this announcement and desiderated to reach home as quickly as possible . The description of the killer was that he was dressed in a black coat . I drew in a quick breath and kept repeating that this can not be possible trying to convince and pacify myself. I suddenly coveted to be cognizant of the lady’s identity who surprisingly had no reaction to this. I got the chills again as the figure looked down and smiled. That smile.
Just then, the doctor and my dad entered with the reports. The doctor handed the report to my father displeasingly and with a sigh. This was the signal that indicated that there was something wrong. I asked the doctor about what had happened , fretfully. He took a deep breath and told me pityingly, “ You kidney is really fragile. You need to have a kidney transplant.” I looked at him disbelievingly , hoping that what he said was just a mistake. My dad, held my hand and then gingerly caressed me.It took me sometime for this to sink in me. I felt helpless. My heart ticked like a time bomb against . Soon it was time to leave the hospital. My dad was having a solemn discussion with the doctor. I pressed my ear on the door, to overhear the discussion. What I heard just added to my melancholy. There was no donor available at the time and I hardly had time to squander. I took a step back and dashed out and into the car. I sobbed acrimoniously at my accursed destiny. There was nothing I could do to improve my condition.
As I returned home, I embraced my mother and let the tears gush out like a waterfall . On knowing what had happened to me , she was disheartened and tried turning a deaf ear but couldn’t. There was a pandemonium in my house. Everyone was just solicitous about me. Soon time flew like a bird. One night, my dad entered my room and told me, “ Mom has a gift for you !” He was not very elated at that time, but tried his best to be. I smiled at him back. I felt satiated and somewhat jubilant see him smile after decades.
Two weeks later, my dad woke me up, shaking me vigorously. He took me to the hospital. I was flummoxed, as I had no news , about going there. I was soon taken to the doctor’s cabin. There I was apprised that I had to undergo a surgery, and that they had found a donor. As these words pierced into my ears, my happiness knew no bounds. I was exhilarated to undergo the surgery and finally be free from my pallid life. After six long hours , my surgery was over. I felt really weary on waking up. But I was keen to know who was the one, who had bestowed me with the gift of life.
On reluctant urging, my dad apprised me about who lend a helping hand in keeping me alive. He said with a gentle voice. “The person who gave you this gift was your Mom !” I could not digest this. My ebullience of being alive perished into a million pieces . My mother had given me the greatest gift of life. Not only was she the one who brought me into this world but was also the one who risked her life to keep me alive. It was the greatest gift a child could ever receive !
By Prisha .Z.
“Bomb !” I squealed in terror as I beheld the atramentous bag with four red wires connected to a time bomb. My heart palpitated against my frail chest. A million notions raced through my ingenious mind as the time bomb ticked petulantly. A I swerved through the train compartment and reached the red alarm button. I pressed the button and pulled the chain with all my might. The train halted with a jerk. Everyone gasped. I dashed towards my bag and called the police. They were alarmed and notified the bomb squad promptly. My true blue comrade , Kelly and I decided to evacuate the train as rapidly as lightning. Kelly quickly got hold of the speaker. We announced, “ Please do not panic and help us in this situation by cooperating. One person from each compartment will coordinate with Kelly. Kelly sprinted like a deer through all the compartments without creating a pandemonium. The bomb has a screen which displayed 10:00. It was only these 10 minutes that we had to maybe transform our lives or bite the dust. We were on pins and needles. As soon as the train which was as long as a snake, was evacuated. Kelly and I picked the black bag out of the train. Our heart was in our mouth as our hands and legs quivered like jelly. We got out of the train and hurled the bag on the platform. The bag fell with a “ Thud !” In the nick of time, the police arrived with the bomb squad. Soon the experts had resolved a way to defuse the indignant bomb which was ticking like an alarm ready to ring. While the expert was gearing up to cut the wire, our hearts pounded rapidly. Perspiration adorned our forehead and a chill ran down everyone’s spine.
The repulsive beeping halted and everyone squealed in exhilaration and capered with joy. In a couple of moments the astronomical station was filled with vociferous torrents of applaud. Kelly and I felt as proud as peacocks. We were praised by the police and the bomb squad for reporting the menace and saving the day.
The next morning we awoke to the jubilant chirps of the birds and were in the seventh heaven to see our names printed in bold letters on the front page of the newspaper. We were due to receive a scintillating gold medals for being valiant an d for our brilliant presence of mind.
By Divyaan - Grade 2
One glorious Sunday morning ,the sun was blazing like a golden coin in the humongous sky. In a city named Flingdon resided a small lad named Ash. He was five years old. When he finished his homework , he called his friends Mystry and Rock. Ash and his friends were playing an enthusiastic game of football on the bridge. Rocky was strong so he kicked the ball hard and the ball flew like an aeroplane and fell into the river which was as deep as a well. The ball was floating as slowly as a snail. Ash was helpful as a community helper. H e dashed towards the river. The ball was drifting away. Suddenly, Ash lost his balance and fell into the river. He cried, “Help !” but he and his companions did not know how to swim. Fortunately, a policeman saw Ash drowning in the water so the police dived in the water and rescued Ash. The two companions came to see if their beloved friend awakened. Fortunately , he was as fit as a fiddle. From that day, they vowed never to play near the river and learnt a magnificent lesson.
By Aanya [ Grade 4]
PARA 1 : I hope that everyone in your family is in the pink of health including Cocoa, your dog. I am writing this letter to tell you how much I simply adored your lent book, The Land of Clouds.
As you know Books are Man’s friend. One can never be lonely when we have a book. Books play an extremely important role in one’s life. It teaches us good vocabulary, idioms, similes , provides creative writing ideas and much more. The book you lent me titled The Land of Clouds was all about the fascinating cloud fairies who were as gorgeous as princesses. They would always have exhilarating dreams. They would would produce a thin fabric which they would weave into clouds which were as fluffy as cotton. A trapped fairy also discovers her true legacy and a glorious cloud crown is found by her. It hardly took me four hours to read it. I wouldn’t move an inch while reading it. Now as I am a bookworm, I felt that I had completely entered the glistening evergreen world with lush green trees, fragrant flowers and beautiful cloud houses and castles. My eyes shone like gemstones while reading the book. I will never forget this amazing story about clouds.
I hope you will make an endeavour to write to me about my Guild Bliton book which I lent you.
By Panav [ Grade 1]
1] It is a bright and glorious day.
2] The yellow sun is shining like gold.
3] There is a splendid house with an enormous play area.
4] A gorgeous girl and a dashing boy are playing with a ball.
5] There is a fluffy dog. He is as white as snow.
6] The cat has fur that is as soft as cotton.
7] The magnificent trees are as tall as giraffes.
8] The colourful flowers are as fresh as dew.
9] The children are very cheerful.
LETTER DESCRIBING FUN FILLED PICNIC
By Riddhi [ Grade 1]
It was a spending sunny day and the birds are chirping cheerfully. The park is as clean as a whistle. There is a charming dog. There is a tree which is as tall as a tower. There are several kites in the park. The grass is as green as the trees. There are several kites in the sky too. There are two splendid girls. There are three dashing boys flying kites. There is one girl who is watching the colourful kites in the sky. They are having a fun filled time
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