Escolar Documentos
Profissional Documentos
Cultura Documentos
Term 1 2014
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OLIVER
By Michelle Fung
After almost 3 months of preparing
for this lavish production, I (on
behalf of everyone involved in it)
have to say: it was worth it.
I believe in complete confidence,
that this was not only the largest
production that JIS will have ever
created, but it was the most
impressive one as well. With an
amazing set brought to life by the
creative minds of none other than
JIS very own students; beautiful
music brought to you by the
phenomenal JIS orchestra; and more
or less 170 student performers to steal
your breath away, Oliver! was
incredible.
Playing the role of Mrs Sowerberry, I
have learnt 5 things, 4 of which are
the Rules Of Mr. Kemp and they go
as follows:
1.
2.
3.
4.
Be delightful
Get enough sleep
Work as hard as Mr. Kemp
Girls stay away from boys and
boys stay away from girls
(Apologies to Mr. Kemp if I havent
put these in the right order)
How to organise a
charity event
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THE
BORNEO
PROJECT
cultural
activities
including:
learning
Mount
Kinabalus
traditional songs, dance
practices
to
be
performed to the head
of Bongkud village on
appreciation night and
storytelling.
Students
took responsibility for
the overall cleanliness
of the campsite and initiative in all meal
preparations.
On
one
occasion,
students
participated in campfire storytelling sessions,
learning about the many myths and legends
encompassing Mount Kinabalu (including mini
history lessons of the preceding rule over Sabah).
The project included 3 full working days and 1 half
day as well as the handing over of many toys.
Some of the money raised went into new toys and
equipment for the kindergarten for the children who
will eventually make use of the new school after its
construction. On day 1, teams were quickly set up
to make sure the short time frame was used
effectively. Groups of 4-5 split around the
construction site and were to haul 5 kg bricks from
one point to another using chains of people.
Students quickly learned how to do this efficiently
and a rhythmic passing of bricks went on for
several hours each day. Overall approximately 500
bricks had been moved this way. Alongside brick
passing, teams were to sift, mix, wetten and
distribute buckets of cement and concrete for the
construction of all the walls. Even though this was
the most physically demanding task, all students
persevered and many said they learned to truly
enjoy these more hands on parts of the project.
Everyone to lay bricks on the wall later used this
cement. The brick laying involved setting cement,
levelling bricks and building up the layers. There
was some trouble here as some walls seemed
uneven and several had to be knocked down.
However this was not taken negatively, instead this
was taken constructively and all walls made postknockdown were of very high quality (the best
weve seen from a school- Director of Bongkud
camp). A smaller team of 3-4 students were
assigned to the construction of the bridge each day
and this included the measuring and sawing of
wooden planks, the drilling of planks on to a metal
frame and the erection of metal handlebars for
people to use when crossing.
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Overall, the students on the trip gained not only valuable experience from the construction work for the school
but also skills such as teamwork and effective communication. The students can all agree that the experience
was extremely inspiring and heartfelt, especially during the handover sessions whereby hard work and
perseverance paid off (many students are even considering going back for a second trip). We learned to
appreciate how fortunate we are yet admire those who have so little yet are so content. - Jennifer Prince. The
trip gave students the opportunity gain a new skill set and use this to give back to a community they would
otherwise never have been able to help with. All students described the trip as a truly satisfying way to help
people on a relatively local scale and that they all had a lot of fun doing it! The Borneo Project plans to return to
Bongkud in June 2015 to continue the project and hopefully continue this trend of community development.
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WE CARE FOR
CAMBODIA
"The children in Cambodia live on under
25 cents a day, so whatever contribution
we can make, be it a dollar or two, it will
still make a significant impact on the
childrens lives."
By Rebecca Lau
Celebrating Peace is an annual event at JIS where
we share out thoughts and raise awareness for
Peace around the World. This is a week of
participation from students, who, through fundraising
activities, raise money that feeds through to the two
Charities our school has been supporting for the past
nine years.
The two Charities that we support are located in Siem
Reap, Cambodia. Each year a group of voluntary
students take part in a service trip to enrich our
knowledge about the charity work, as well as getting
a hands-on experience. An important lesson weve all
learnt from this trip is the hidden truth behind the
operation of the orphanages.
Between our arrival at Siem Reap Airport and the
journey back to our hotel, we saw countless
orphanages attached with various welcoming words
to invite tourists for a visit, which all of us thought to
be a very positive approach. That very afternoon we
received a talk by the management of Sangkheum
Centre about orphanages in Cambodia that changed
our view completely.
Sangkheum Center is home to many parentless
children or children whose parents cant afford to
support them financially. However, it is not an
orphanage. The reason for that is simple it does
not operate for the same reason as the others.
During the talk, we learnt that many orphanages in
Cambodia are set up solely for tourism purposes.
Meaning, most of the children you see in the
orphanages arent actually orphans. And in fact, only
26% of them are, so the rest are children who have
either one living parent or both parents. The painful
truth is that some children are being sold into
orphanages as a tourist attraction to earn income for
their families through donations from tourists.
Although tourists often have good intentions in visiting
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outpatient center provided the families with a much cleaner, healthier and accessible environment, which is a
massive contribution to the families lives.
The children in Cambodia live on under 25 cents a day, so whatever contribution we can make, be it a dollar or
two, it will still make a significant impact on the childrens lives.
It is definitely a huge honour representing the Cambodia charity work at our school and it has made me acutely
aware of the importance of fundraising.
Malala Yousafzai
By Thomas Duckling
I made myself extremely unpopular during Peace week and will go down in history as the man that stopped
non-uniform day. Before you judge me too harshly, let me tell you a story about a little girl that changed the
world. If you still think you are hard-done-by to not have had a chance to wear your own choice of clothes at
the end, then so be it.
It is very rare that you get truly inspired. Sadly when you get a little bit older it seems even rarer still: when you
come across someone who seems to have genuinely made an attempt to change the world. So imagine my
surprise when I came across the story of a 15 year old girl who survived being shot in the head by the Taliban.
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part
of
the
brain
she
injured
normally
The Musical
Storytelling Author
If you are a Year 7 or 8 then you probably recognize
that poem. But if youre not, then let me tell you. We
had Mr. Rob Parkinson to visit JIS all the way from
the UK and stay from the 13th-16th of October. He told
wonderful stories to the students. He also gave a
speech on the 15th of October in the Lecture Theatre
during lunch.
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#NewPolitics
"One child, one teacher, one pen and
one paper can change the world"
Malala, now 17 years old, stood up for her right to be
educated. It sounds simple but in her situation it
wasnt.
The Taliban (formally known as Tehrik-i-Taliban), an
Islamic group in Pakistan that ruled a few years ago,
banned the education of girls. Overnight it became a
fact of life that girls no longer mattered in education in
this part of the world. However, Malala defied them
and suffered dreadful consequences, as I am sure you
already know, when she was shot for her beliefs.
Nonetheless, Malalas fight wasnt just hers, it was that
of every girl in Pakistan whose voice couldnt reach the
world. I raise my voice not to shout, but so that those
without a voice can be heard she said defiantly.
She has inspired a lot of the young generation to take
education seriously. I am one of them. Malala said that
she believes education is the best way to fight
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#HeForShe
By Ala Akkad
It is 2014 and we have yet to
achieve gender equality. Women
with a bachelors degree receive the
same pay as men with a high school
diploma. Women are being denied
rights to their bodies in the United
States, and child marriage is still
prevalent in developing and even
some developed countries.
'If not
me,
who? If
not
now,
when?
human
rights
viewed
as
unattractive? There is no
aggression in feminism but
there is a need to speak out.
Feminism
is
an
allencompassing term that can be
related to women and men.
This is something that has only
recently been brought to the
publics attention through Emma
Watsons campaign He for
She.
Using her fame for good,
Watson stood in the United
Nations Headquarters amongst
powerful men and women and
extended an invitation to men to
help in the fight for equality. She
made a powerful point when she
explained that If men dont have
to be aggressive in order to be
accepted, women wont feel
compelled to be submissive. If
men dont have to control,
women wont have to be
controlled.
The war on gender equality has
always appeared one sided,
women fighting for their rights
from men. But with this new
perspective, it is a war of all
genders
against
the
stereotypical patriarchy, tearing
apart the ideals of the past and
laying down a revised version of
everyones role in society.
It will soon be 2015. We will
continue to fight for equality.
And as Watson said, we are
struggling for a uniting word but
the good news is we have a
uniting movement. It is called
HeForShe. I am inviting you to
step forward, to be seen to
speak up, to be the "he" for
"she". And to ask yourself if not
me, who? If not now, when?
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#NewReads
The Book
Thief
My summer has been amazing especially with this
page turner, The Book Thief. I was walking down
the streets one day and saw posters of The Book
Thief being put up on billboards and phone boxes. I
decided to have a little look at the book online. To
be completely honest, I wasnt really interested
about the content at the time. I just liked the book
cover a lot.
Anyway I read the first few chapters and I must say,
it took a bit of time settling into the story but after a
few pushes I got into it. It was definitely the pageturner of the summer for me!
G e n r e
If I were to put this book into a genre, I would
definitely put it in to Young Adult/Historical fiction.
Although I think this book is a bit dark for children I
would still put it into Middle School because I think it
would help them move up their reading level by
reading something different. Also, a little bit of
darkness in young lives is necessary.
S n e a k
p e e k
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W r i t i
n g :
RECOMMENDATIONS
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Hollow City
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#NewScience
S t a r s as a w i n d o w i n t o t h e p a s t
Stars exist many thousands of light-years away, and
it takes their light so long to travel to us that many of
the stars we see in the sky are already dead.
Stars, too, were time-travellers. Ransom Riggs
The star Deneb is the most distant star we can see
with the naked eye, and its about 3000 light-years
away. Compare this to the lifetime of a star, which
can rack up billions of years, and we can tell that
Deneb is probably still there. In fact, the light from
Deneb that we see today started its journey before
Ancient Rome existed as no more than a couple of
villages.
W i t n e ssi n g n o v ae
When stars burst, the gases they are made of
explode and effectively expand. When this happens,
the reactions inside the star are so bright that it can
sometimes look like a new star.
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Ebola Fatality
Rate Soars
The fatality rate for the Ebola virus has risen as high
as 70% in Western Africa, a new WHO study says.
This is a huge jump from the previously estimated
50%, but that doesnt mean the issue has been given
due attention.
At the time of writing, the only Ebola-related article in
the BBC News 10 Most Popular Articles placed
number 10, and didnt even mention the new figures.
The fatality rates for the Ebola virus have seen
numbers as high as 100% back in 2011, but
fortunately, the numbers are not that high today. Still,
these new figures mean that in certain areas, seven
out of ten people who catch Ebola die; a chilling
thought.
A more disturbing thought, however, could be the
blatant disregard of this news in global media. With
3,700 children losing one or more parent/s to Ebola in
this recent outbreak, we must ask ourselves why we
havent seen more of this in the media.
One reason could be the credibility of the data.
Counting the patients has proved difficult (and, in
some cases, downright impossible), due to the mass
hysteria the virus has caused. In some of the more
affected nations, the hospitals simply cannot cope
with the capacity of people, and medical aid workers,
have been prone to catching the disease. This means
that any figures we may have could be unreliable.
Another reason could be that it is easy to disregard a
disease in countries that are very far away from our
own. The BBC News number 1 most popular article
deals with an NFL players penalty, and the Ebola
virus outbreak is being pushed further and further
down the ladder, despite its worsening.
While countries located geographically further away
from those currently afflicted by Ebola may feel
themselves much luckier, it is time to ask why this
nightmarish pandemic hasnt received the attention it
is due. A similar question may also be asked about
the lack of funding being provided by the international
community.
It is one we may look back on with regret.
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You.
You can employ a variety of different solutions so that
you dont jump on the bandwagon of simply chucking
away your appliances once they become out-offashion or slightly unusable. Easy fix-it videos or
instructions are available anywhere on the net, so you
can learn where in your local community you can find
ink cartridge refill packs, for example, thus reducing
the amount of cartridges infesting landfill sites. Or
extend the life of a product by taking good care of it
and regularly maintaining it by fixing loose bits
yourself if you can- saving you heaps of cash, as well
as helping the environment a little bit.
By Dominik Ang
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By Adrija Majumder
Hundreds of thousands of people across 150 nations, recently united under the Peoples Climate March and
campaigned for a restriction on global carbon dioxide emissions. They are demanding world leaders take
action on this issue before it is too late.
Annual carbon dioxide levels record that CO2 has increased by 2.5% in 2013, resulting in a total of 40 billion
tons of this gas emitted in this year alone. Linked to this increase in emissions is the fact that Scientists are
convinced that climate change is the result of such man-made emissions and this may have an irreversible
impact on climate change; like extreme weather patterns. Hard evidence suggests that Temperature increases
in the global environment are triggered by emissions and research shows that an additional 40 billion tonnes of
emissions is detrimental to any natural environment.
The passion of the marchers was evident in the numbers who turned out to support the cause. In New York
City alone an estimated 310,000 people showed up at the March. The marchers are preparing for a United
Nations Summit in New York on Monday where they hope to put more pressure on world leaders to heed the
warning of scientific evidence.
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Looking for A
Dream Job?
Have You
Considered
Becoming A
Panda Nanny?
Attention all animal lovers, you can now baby-sit Giant Pandas for a living. The China Giant Panda Protection
and Research Centre has recently started accepting applications for panda caretakers. The lucky person who
gets the job is given an annual salary of $32,000, which is equivalent to about 200 000 Chinese yuan. The
employee is also allowed the use of an SUV and is offered meal and board.
The China Giant Panda Protection and Research Centre has decided to create this Panda Nanny Program to
increase the interest in and awareness of the Giant Pandas, as they are an endangered species with only
2,500 of them existing in the wild as of now. Applicants must be 22 years of age or older, with some necessary
photography and writing skills. It is recommended that applicants also have a basic knowledge of the Giant
Pandas.
Although the caretaker position seems ideal, it may be much harder than it seems. There are more than
100,000 people who have applied for the job in China and applicants may even have to undergo auditions. The
organizers, however, are keen on raising awareness of the Giant Pandas and so they were quite quick on
assuring me that the job is very rewarding and that all qualified applicants would be looked on favourably.
However, one last thing to consider is that no one is exactly sure of the tasks of the panda nannies. All I can
say is, if I were 22 years old and an avid panda enthusiast, I wouldnt think twice about applying.
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The Glory of
The Sauce
Thanks to the young generation of today, almost
anything edible has ketchup smothered on it- be it
meat, vegetables, even fruit; believe me, Ive
witnessed the latter.
I mean come on, fries would never be the same
without ketchup, right? That lovely bowl of vibrant red
liquid, alluringly poised beside the canteen, who could
resist? I am with you on this one.
Oh wait, I see where this is going. This isnt going be
another argument screaming that what glugs out of
the glass bottle is all chemicals and calories, is it? Oh
but it is.
The naive rebuttal would be that ketchup is made
from tomatoes and tomatoes are goodWrong! No other statement deserves as much scorn
and shame as this does.
The GMO (thats a synonym for Frankenstein by the
way) tomatoes are broiled down to a haem sludge,
seeds and skin are removed, and given further hours
of overnight heating. Essentially this means, to the
non- culinary specialists, that all the good that a
tomato could possibly have is eradicated. Period.
And remember that whole online dietary outburst
that came about a few years ago. Something about
high fructose corn syrup energy bars...and
children? AND CHILDREN? There need not be any
further explanation. A quick google search will
disclose what is left unsaid here. However, for
picturesque purposes, imagine about a third of the
bottle drowned in sugar and imagine how those
kiddy-wink ketchup guzzlers respond to a sloppy
dose of the red stuff. Yep, its frightening to be near
them.
First known as koe-chiap in China, the paste is
home to all the surfeit amount of salt from the kitchen.
But lets lower the fists. Recent studies have shown
that there are some components that aren't
completely detrimental to your health. Lowering the
risk of cardiovascular disease, increasing male fertility
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during lunch times as moral and sematically
challenging questions such as Should we do the right
thing, or should we do things right?, were discussed
passionately. Some were even so bold as to debate
the significance of Aristotelian philosophy of
absurdism and the essence and practicality of
Kantian categorical imperative in the contemporary
society...although these were the hardcore.
After the week flew past and I came back to my
mundane life, but the lasting impression was made
and I started to realize that many societies have lost
the art of democratic discourse: the notion that people
should engage in civil discussions to question
morality and politics. Unfortunately it is the case that
we either wishfully ignore, or simply shrink away from
discussing these questions due to emotional stigma
and instinctive unease. Therefore, I am re-imagining
myself as a social activist, as there are ample
opportunities for interaction with the general public,
who can deliver speeches and write blogs in order to
kindle respectful and engaging public debate.
Comments such as I am not interested in politics
and our opinions dont matter are made quite
frequently, and I grieve for the naivety of these
remarks, as they imply that politics and daily life are
independent aspects; mutually exclusive entities. But,
I believe that people must make informed decisions
about who they vote for or endorse, as the politicians
decisions will impact upon their lives! One might think
that the news or the political debates allow us to
make informed decisions, but I would argue
otherwise; the fact of the matter is that people should
not simply vote because they feel associated with a
certain party, but should they consciously probe the
plausibility and the impact of the proposed policies.
For those lucky enough to have a vote in their
society, they should appreciate the gift and make
informed choices before marking their ballot paper.
The same reasoning can be applied to the
discussions about moral philosophy; the biggest
concern, in my opinion, is the societal perception that
philosophy and practicality are mutually exclusive. I
refute that notion because I believe that delving into
such issues will not only enhance ones critical
thinking, but will also challenge ones assumptions.
An example of this is our Theory of Knowledge
classroom, wherein we evaluate ideas such as
Jeremy Benthams Utilitarianism; previously, I thought
that the benefit to the biggest number of people, as
the crux of the argument suggests, is the ideal way of
appropriating. However, after analyzing the claims in
depth and realizing that the individual rights are not
as important, I dropped the idea.
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#CreativeWriting
Heres a snapshot of some of the best creative writing at JIS.
Moon Blood by Emmy Carter (Y7)
Escape by
Chief Engineer by Timothy Koh (Y13)
29th February 2016 by Ramhah Mackie (Y11)
White Roses by Kate Brien (Y12)
The Old Man by Umi Sazali (Y12)
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you. Clear?
Uh, well arent I supposed to be the specialist
here?
What, a greenhorn like you? ...guess we can see
what youve got, shouldnt hurt too much. When youve
worked the place ten years, though, jabbing a thumb at
herself as she spoke, you get a pretty good feel for it.
The end of the hallway opened up into a massive rustbrown circular room, several walls no longer bothering to
hide the dizzying complexity of the pipe networks behind
them. In the center, as was expected, was a radglass ring of
windows, overlooking the chamber housing the core and
the radiation arrays feeding off its energy. I couldnt help
but notice the gentle blue glow emanating from the reactor
and filling the room; the only indicator of, if not for the
shielding on the radglass, lethal amounts of radiation
coming from the failing core.
Right, a type C breakdown of the Chandresekhar
core. Ill get to work on configuring the core removal arm.
Well need a shielded container to store the old core in for
transport, and-
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With a hiss, the airlock folded inwards, sealed, and
pressurized. I tossed my infopad onto the co-pilots chair
and slumped back into mine, exhausted. I regretted not
sticking around to see Yana off, but she insisted that the
cores disposal be left to her. Not part of your job detail,
meaning I dont need you in the way, she explained,
gesturing to the break room hallway. I didnt blame her.
AI, autopilot back to HQ, I dont have the energy.
Safest route, three jumps.
Certainly, sir.
The craft took a moment to orient itself towards
the docking bays exit before firing its impulse engines,
and soon the blinding light of the station interior was
traded for the soothing blackness of the void. It was just as
the ship began spooling for warp that I received a hail on
comms.
Hey, its Yana. Going so soon? The vidscreen to
my left displayed her familiar face, but unless Id been
mistaken, she was clad in a red jumpsuit now. Munitions?
Yeah, I need to report back to the corp that its a
job all done. Id love to stay and chat, but, well
Hey, no worries, I understand. Things to do,
places to be, huh?
I leaned back into the headrest. Yeah.
A short silence passed between us.
...suppose its great timing for you, actually; just
finished stuffing the old core down disposals. Dont worry,
nothing dangerous this time, just jump into warp when I
say. Get ready.
I decided not to bother asking this time around,
instead moving my hand to the warp drives throttle. It
couldnt hurt to humour her, could it?
And now!
As I engaged the drive, I noticed a familiar blue
speck rocketing towards me from out of the station, its
shape only just discernible as the warp bubbles distortions
enveloped the shuttle. Ye gods, it was the old core.
And just like that, the core detonated, spilling its
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Escape
The bruises are still left on my face from the night before
black and blue. It happens every night. My parents lock me
in my room, go down the pub, come back drunk and beat
me up. Most people would call this child abuse, but I call it
my life. My life wasnt even supposed to exist. My parents
just met each other at a club, went home together and here
I am. You were a mistake. They sometimes say, slurring
their words. We regretted you from the day you were
born.
By Emmy Carter
SNAP!
What was that? asked Mia, her grey eyes as big as
saucers. Jake laughed at his little sister.
Its only me, Mia! I stepped on a twig! Leo answered.
Why are we even in the forest, Jake? Mia enquired, her
voice trembling. Jake went quiet. No way was he going to
tell her that hed left his phone at the tree house. Hed
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never hear the end of it.
Ill tell you later, he muttered.
The trio walked along the well worn path as the sunlight
faded. The trees stood like soldiers, awaiting orders.
Another twig snapped. Mias head shot up like a bullet.
Shed been staring at the forest floor.
Nothing to worry about, Mia. Its just Jake and his big
feet, Leo told Mia. Jake frowned. He knew that he hadnt
stepped on any twigs. His feet werent that big either!
I didnt do that, mate, he muttered to Leo.
I know but theres no point in scaring Mia. Shes already
terrified, Leo answered. The trio trudged through the
forest in the gloomy twilight. The path got thinner and
thinner until it was gone.
Are we lost? I dont remember this place, Mia asked
Leo.
Wed better not be lost. My mum is already sick with
panic that Im in the forest, shed have a heart attack if she
knew we were lost! Leo replied, giving Jake a look.
CRACK!
A branch fell down behind them, blocking their way back.
How are we ever going to get back? moaned Mia. Jake
ignored her and continued walking.
CRACK!
Another branch fell from above. Leos leg was trapped
under it. Then, they saw him. The silhouette of a man
against the sickly yellow moon.
Run! Leo yelled. Jake hauled Leo out from under the tree
and ran for his life. In the corner of his eye, he saw Leo and
Mia doing the same. Mias honey-blond hair flew behind
her in the wind. Her grey eyes were filled with fear. Leo
had clumps of his dark hair plastered to his forehead with
sweat. He was hobbling because of his injured leg.
The trio ran into an unfamiliar clearing. Moonlight filtered
through the iridescent leaves. A patch of poppies grew in a
corner. Leo doubled over, breathless. Mia flopped down
onto the grass. However, Jake stayed alert.
Did we lose him? asked Mia. The man stepped into the
clearing. He was tall and you could see his muscles
rippling through his skin. His hair was cropped close to his
skull. That wasnt what made him terrifying. His eyes were
strange, his eyes glowed red. Mia jumped to her feet like a
spring. Im going to take that as a no.
The man held an old fashioned torch. A stick with fire
blazing at its tip. He threw it to the ground and turned to
look at the full moon. He gazed at it for a while before
changing into a beast. The creature hed become had a
snarling snout and eyes blazing in anger. Venom dripped
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Jake looked at the silver object, now stained in blood, in
his hand. Killed it with Mias hairclip, he replied.
Leo was in agony. He could feel the blood leaving his body
and taste its metallic tang in his mouth. His body was paper
white and the light was leaving his eyes. Stay safe, guys,
he told them, his voice trembling with effort. Leo took one
last breath before his world went black forever.
Leo? Leo! shrieked Mia, shaking Leos lifeless body.
Jake felt for his friends pulse and found none.
Leave him, Mia, Jake told her quietly. Mia spun round to
face him, her eyes glazed with tears.
Hes gone.
Then, the skies opened up.
White Roses By Kate Brien
There she was. She lay delicately in her mahogany casket
with her hands folded over her torso, her body still and
unmoving. Her wavy blonde hair cascaded over her bony
shoulders, framing her heart shaped face. Although her
cadaverous complexion was conceived after her death, her
rosebud lips still remained as red as before. Her skin was
almost translucent as it seemed to glow in an eerie way,
greatly contrasting with the deep violet dress which bound
her. Our mother bought her that dress for her 16th birthday.
It feels so long ago now.
To a stranger she couldve been sleeping;
dreaming of a world entirely her own. But for all of us who
stood in that room draped in black, we would never be able
to shake the truth from our minds. I began to walk towards
the nearest pew when I was stopped by my father. His
gaunt face could no longer hide the sadness within. I stared
at him for a moment. We both had a million things to say
to each other, but neither of us could speak. He lowered his
head, staring at the floor before he finally broke the silence.
How are you? hed asked, seemingly impassive. Im
okay. I muttered, replying with the same level of concern.
He gave a slight nod before walking off to return to
weeping mother, his expression returning to a solemn,
permanent frown.
My sister was the only thing that used to make him
smile, a true daddys girl. She would always have him
wrapped around her finger with her exceptional grades, wit
and charm; the pride of the family. I turned away from my
parents only to find that the pew was full. I started in a
different direction when my eyes fell upon the large picture
of her that stood beside her casket. Her deep green eyes
gleamed; poles apart from my brown eyes and that smug
smile she wore was plastered on her face and was all too
familiar. This was the smile she would flash at me as father
would give her praise, as she won competitions, as she
would inch a little further in front of me in the race to
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event from that persons perspective. Nobody could ever
have anticipated this. My sister was always so cunning and
could conceal her emotions with a flicker of a smile.
As I turned away from her grave, I started to
reminisce about her extensive list of achievements and
pictured the certain bright future she had laid in front of
her. However, the same question raced continuously
through everyones minds as they too turned from the
grave to their own affairs: why did she choose to throw it
all away?
Click.
By Umi Sazali
Click.
Bloody fan...
The old man shook his head. Hadi and Faiz never answered
his calls. And if they did, its to give some sort of excuse;
oh Im picking up my kid from school or, sorry pa, I
have a doctors appointment right now.
At first, the old man was fine with it. He understood
perfectly how they felt - he had a hard time coping with the
fact that his wife was gone as well. And the house, it was
the last place he wanted to be. It really did hold too many
memories. Every corner of all six rooms shouted Mariams
personal taste; the dusty cream coloured curtain and
matching table top in the kitchen...the mouldy green
armchair and common but authentic, pink ceiling fan in the
living room...the dead, used-to-be purple, orchids in the
veran,da which was her ultimate pride...
Click.
Once, he remembered - when the house was still vibrant
and the scent of pandan lingered in the air Mariam had
suggested they replace the old fan with a new one that
would match the fresh coat of paint. I think a peachy
colour would suit the room best kan? she had said. And
like the loyal husband he was, he agreed, despite the fact
that he hated the colour peach and he didnt really see
anything wrong with the old fan. Women there was no
point in arguing.
Click.
There it goes again. He lets go of a long sigh. Maybe he
should just call the repairman instead of disturbing his
children, else they end up hating him. Now, if only there
was a repairman for family relationships as well...
Click.
The old man leans back on his mouldy green armchair and
closes his eyes. What is it can he do to bring the family
back together? Driving to their house was out of the
question, he most certainly cannot drive anymore. His legs
have lost their strength along with their youth. And his
deep brown eyes are slowly turning blue from the rims,
indicating deteriorating vision. He deemed himself a road
hazard and therefore unfit to drive. What about calling an
emergency family meeting? Somehow he doubted it would
work. They have been avoiding the house for more than
two years now and it would be an absolute miracle to even
have them consider coming here.
Click.
Eh, mati...DIAM TA BAH! he shouted furiously,
threatening the fan to shut up. So what, his children dont
visit him! He is not so weak that he needs to rely on them
all the time! His lungs huffed and puffed and his nostrils
flared. The old man had not realized he was standing up
with his index finger pointing at the accursed thing until
the fan clicked again. Astaghfirullah... Why was he doing
shouting at objects!? Has the solitary life finally driven him
mad? The old man decided that he needed to fix his head
have a walk, cool it down, jalan-jalan. Staying in the house
is unhealthy for him...
Click.
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