Our kids felt like sharing their thoughts with the world and we obliged.
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.
My parents were geared up to depart for an event but unfortunately, I couldn’t accompany them as I was under the weather. I was left to my own devices. To kill time, I nestled in a cozy corner of my room with my nose in a book to enlighten my ravenous mind. The book was so intriguing that I did not realize where time flew. It was evening already and the sun called it a day. The moon took its place and cast its silvery light. The sky was overwhelmed with gleaming stars . The wind whistled and the robust, towering trees swayed like a group of dexterous dancers. In the lonesome crepuscule night, fear stroked down my spine as I discerned shadows dancing across the wall. I was aghast as none of them were mine. Out of the blue, the room was encompassed with smoke and it became arduous to see things around me.
As soon as the smoke settled , a lady appeared in front of me. She had pale green skin with tiny eyes and a long pointy nose like Pinnochio’s. A black hat sat on her head. I gawked in bewilderment as I beheld a witch in front of me. She said in an eerie , squeaky voice, “ Well, looks like I found a scrumptious meal for tonight. Now, I will take you home with me, chop you into pieces and throw ypu in a pot of broiling water.” She began cackling stridently. I broke into a cold sweat and my heart was pounding rapidly against my frail chest. I ran towards the door but it slammed on my face. I began bellowing for help and I panicked.
In the nick of time, my mother woke me up. I heaved a sigh of relief as it dawned upon me that it was a nightmare. This nightmare will be etched in my mind for eternity.
The towering trees covering the gargantuan land felt as cool as cucumbers, The euphonic chirps of the congregation of birds was music to everyone’s ears. The gentle breeze caressed everyone’s face like a gentle hand of a mother.
That jubilant day, my companions Joey and his beloved brother Micheal had a frolicking weekend where they went on a small excursion to a dense forest.
They departed for the picnic with some lip smacking edibles , The journey offered pulchritudinous scenery which was a colossal treat for their eyes. They cracked funny jokes and had a whale of a time. At last, they reached their destination late in the night when the sky was atramentous. So they lit a bonfire and commenced to make their tent.
They made their tent and ate some delectable sandwiches, cutlets etc. As they were frazzled , they hit the bed and were out like a light. Next morning, they woke up with wide grins on their cherubic faces ,brushed their teeth and directly went for a serene stroll in the monumental forest. They sauntered inside to see the placid surroundings and bewitching shrubs and trees which were as tall as skyscrapers. Everything was captured in their minds like a camera
After sometime, they didn’t realise that they had forgotten the way to their tent and became anxious. They were petrified and millions of questions surged through their mind.
Felicitously, ambling forward, they found a straight path and they heaved a sigh of relief. Walking forward till the end of the road, they were greeted by the sight of a unique looking house from where green smoke was coming out from the chimney. So they resolved to go in and check although they knew they were walking on thin ice.
As they went inside, they saw that an aged man was there in the house who was experimenting with some chemicals and got to know that he was a scientist who had come for some research.
They went inside and talked to him to lend them a helping hand as they had lost their route to their tent and car. So the old man who had a heart of gold helped them to get their way back to the tent. When they reached the tent, they were very grateful to him and gave him some food as a gift as they had nothing else to offer him.
By Preet - Grade 7
It was a fatiguing day in the hustle and bustle of the streets. The sun decided to call it a day while the moon was gearing up to spread its scintillating light on the mother earth.
I was just coming from a party. We had painted the town red there. It was one of the best parties I had ever gone for and it would be etched in my brain like a scar. By the time the party ended, it was already two in the morning. The streets looked like a deserted place. Out of the blue, I heard a screech. I decided to follow the noise even though I knew that I was walking on thin ice.
After following the noise for sometime, I came to an isolated playground and saw two reddish eyes in the atramentous corner of the playground gawking at me. I was on pins and needles but I gathered up courage to check out what kind of creature was there gazing at me.
When I went near it, it suddenly disappeared . When I turned back, a shiver ran through my body as I saw the same draconian eyes. It had two limbs and hands like a human but there was fur on its body and it had a long tail. It would be a repulsive sight for any human . I decided to sprint as fast as lightning to prevent the creature from harming me.
After running for about a mile, I saw that the creature was no longer chasing me. His body reminded me of a werewolf. I decided to call the police to catch the creature. As soon as I called the police, the creature pounced on me.
I woke up with a thud and then heard the mellifluous voice of my mother asking, “ What happened ?” I answered nothing. The repugnant scene of the werewolf turned out to be a nightmare. I was grateful to the almighty that this incident didn’t turn out to be true. I will never forget this nightmare and it still gives me the creeps.
Since donkey’s years , Mumbai has known and grown to be renowned as a hub for hawkers selling scrumptious food. This food is highly threatening to human health as all the ingredients utilised is kept in unsuitable conditions where mice or mosquitoes evolve provoking perilous diseases. Too add fuel to the fire , it is cooked in an open environment exposed to dust, pollution, insects and mosquitoes thereby inviting a plethora of germs to be added in the food as special ingredients. This food is highly contaminated to be consumed by the human body. The hawkers who make the food are themselves not hygienic let alone the repugnant surroundings around them. Their hands are highly littered with either, sweat or urine and perhaps not even washed since over several hours . A myriad of hawkers still continue to prepare and sell food without gloves which makes the food inedible due to unhygienic reasons. The food they serve is deprived of any nutritional value. In the light of the hawkers spending exorbitant amounts to set up their business, the B.M.C. officials are accountable to keep a check on the quality of food served by these hawkers since the lives of copious human beings lies in their hands. Draconian action should be taken against vendors who do not follow essential hygine standards while preparing food. Regular checks should be conducted to ensure that hawkers serve food which is a scrumptious treat for our taste buds and not an invitation to diseases.
I hope through this letter of mine , the concerned authorities take expeditious action to look into this grim matter at the earliest.
Most of the affluent people, business men and some other middle class people use Apple as I am very exorbitantly priced. The people born with chicken feed cannot afford me. I was brought to India and kept in a very prodigious showroom where copious people came and saw me.
One fine day a very cute appealing little boy came and told his beloved father to by me for himself. Since the little boy was the apple of his father’s eyes. His father bought me for him. The owner of the showroom gave a nice downy cushioned case for me. Though the boy was very small. His father used me as I had very nice features and was also very beguiling. My master was very good and always took care of myself. My master saw movies, read books and saw websites of knowledge. Then my master took another apple Mac Book which was a model ahead of me. So now his son who used me. He did his school projects and collected lots of information from me but as time passed the child started disliking me. I also was very old and the new version of me launched I am lying in the storeroom with 5% of battery left in me but have hopes that I would get a new master whom I can enlighten also work on me relentlessly and assiduously as an ant.
My beloved comrades and I were frolicking in the lively and vibrant park. We were painting the town red when abruptly the sky turned atramentous with grey looming clouds. The wind howled insanely and the towering and sinewy trees swayed like a troupe of dexterous dancers. We all sprinted like lightning towards our abodes. On the way, came across the dilapidated mansion well known as the ‘Haunted House’ as umpteen residents would call it. I gave a pink slip to the wise man saying ‘ Curiosity Kills the Cat’ and ambled towards the house. As I stood at the entrance , flashes of fulgent lightning fractured the tenebrous sky incessantly which was followed by clamorous rolls of thunder. The rain, like asteroids of gravel pummelled on the ground. I resolved to go inside as I didn’t want to get soaked in the rain. Also, I strongly believed that ghosts didn’t exist. Creak ! I slowly pushed open the cumbrous door. It fel like some queer force was trying to close it. Finally, the door opened. I trudged into the crepuscule house.
I couldn’t see much but the wallpaper was scarping off and the furniture was covered in dust. The windows were broken and the house had a rusty smell which greeted my nose. I could hear rats squeaking. Soon my eyes got accustomed to the dark and it dawned upon me that the prodigious house was engulfed with portraits of people. It was eerie because they all were gawking at me. A shudder ran down my spine. Out of the blue, a colossal picture of a jovial lad moved and what appeared like a hand came out to reach me. I dashed from there but the door was locked. I tried kicking the door, ramming my shoulder against it and pulling the handle but infelicitously my efforts failed. My heart was beating rapidly against my frail chest like a time bomb. I didn’t realize that the lad was standing right behind me. When I turned , I discerned him grinning oddly at me. I broke into a cold sweat. I bellowed vociferously but nothing happened.
I desiderated that I would have gone home rather than coming to this gruesome place. At the moment i am still stuck here and i don’t know what will happen next but hopefully my friends and family will rescue me. Until then, I am stuck in this mansion.
Everyone was geared up for the trip. We departed from our house and reached the airport to travel to Delhi followed by a weary journey of four hours by car to reach Nainatal was very gruelling. The next scintillating morning we went visiting a lake, Kumaon Lake was in shape if a liver. This lake was therefore renowned for the shape. From there we went boating. The water was very pristine and frigid; I could see a myriad of colourful fishes, through the water. at this moment, we saw towering hills which were as green as emeralds. We clicked some glorious pictures. The most felicitous part was that my beloved father had booked a marvellous hotel near the lake. From which we took the boat and while boating we reached at another point, it was the eminent market. We loosened our father’s purse strings and shopped some splendid things. We also saw an enchanting magic show, which had some amazing magic tricks. Every scene was captured in my mind like a camera. The most enthralling part was that I had gone in the winter season so it commenced snowing. My family and I painted the town red by throwing snow balls on each other and building snowman .At last i would recommend you to visit thus place thus Christmas as the lake is a must and a treat to your eyes.
Convey my ward regards to your revered grandparents, parents and love to your adorable siblings. I hope you will make an endeavour to write to me soon. And i hope this recommendation would lend a helping hand to decide your next holiday.
Your loving friend
By Nyasa - Grade 7
In the illuminating sky, the mellifluous chirps of the birds was music to my ears. The sun baked the Earth. I was at home doing some monotonous chores given by my mother. In the blink of an eye, we wondered if we could go to my amiable sister’s house so I meekly asked my mother. My mother gave me a green signal to go. I had a wide grin on my face and I stated frolicking all over my abode. My sister’s house was not a stone’s throw away, so we resolved to travel by train the following day. I could not sleep a wink at night. I was feeling ebullient and blithe because I had not travelled by train in donkey’s years. As I was roused by the lark, I had my briefcase packed and kept beside me. We were gearing up to depart. The station was not as clean as a whistle. I was much frazzled and I was towards my compartment because of my enthusiasm. As I settled in the compact compartment the wind moaned and caressed my face and neck like the gentle hand of the mother. I was carrying umpteen presents for my sister and I knew that she would be elated. I was in a deep slumber when I heard a beeping noise. I discerned below my coach, there was a bomb. My boisterous sheiks greeted everyone’s ears. I was overwhelmed with fear and my heart pounded rapidly against my frail chest. I evacuated and rescued copious passengers by pulling the chain to make the train halt. We all got off the train and everyone was instructed to move away from it. My parents were as proud as peacocks. The cops rewarded me with beatific and resplendent gifts. I remember that my luggage was in the train. I wasn’t despondent because I dint have any gifts but I felt felicitous as I was alive. If I had turned a deaf ear to the beeping noise then there would be repulsive corpses lying around. I reached my sisters residence and presented her with my rewards.