The Lady, or the Tiger?

At that moment the door opened and suddenly the creature pounced on her lover and bit him. The tiger tore him apart and blood was all over the ground. Everyone who was there turned their head away as they witnessed the horrible sight, some people even broke down crying silently.

“Why couldn’t it be the lady!?” these sort of questions must have been running through people’s minds at that bitter moment. The princess bit her lip as she once thought about her decision she had made. But it was no use, what was done was done. She couldn’t control time. All she had to do was accept the fact the person she loved was gone, never to be seen again. The princess had thought about this weighty matter for a long time before making her decision, if she couldn’t be with him, no one could. The decision the princess made, was for the best. The princess could have let the lady have him, but that would have hurt her and even cause her to do silly things that might get her into trouble.

After that day, the princess lived on without regret. She decided to forget about the past and start anew. That was all she could do.

My Narrative Composition Assignment

It was an average day and it went like any other school day would. The next period was science, my favourite subject! I was looking forward to science lessons, we were allowed to carry out experiments in the science lab. That day, our science teacher, Mrs Quek, asked us to dissect a small octopus and examine its parts. Mrs Quek asked us to pair up, then she distributed the small octopus to each pair.
As Mrs Quek gave us instructions on what to do. Desmond, one of the most irritating boys in my class asked, “ Can an octopus grow as big as a house?”
Mrs Quek gave Desmond a weak smile and answered “ Whoever is able to make an octopus grow as big as a house, will be the most famous person in the world.”
Once I heard that, I couldn’t help thinking of the fame and money I would get if I could make an octopus grow as big as that. I failed to get the sarcasm in Mrs Quek’s voice in that sentence.
After school, I decided to experiment on my own. If I had told any one of friends that I wanted to make an octopus grow that big for fame and money, they were bound to call me “money-face”. I dashed home and started mixing any liquids that I could get my hands on. I also went to buy a small live octopus at the unique pet store below my flat, so that I could test my “potion” on it. I left the octopus in a tank and went to get my “potion”. The “potion” which I had poured into a bowl, consisted of detergent, soap, toilet bowl water, oil, hair gel and a few dozen other liquids that couldn’t remember. The “potion” looked very disgusting and I could have puked at the sight of it. Frankly speaking, I never ever expected the “potion” to work. In my head, I told myself that I could have bet a fortune that the murky liquid that was in the bowl wouldn’t do a thing except poison the octopus.
I held the bowl and walked over to the tank where the innocent octopus was. I tipped the contents in the bowl into the crystal clear water. I saw the octopus swim away from the “potions” as it started to spread through the whole thank. I couldn’t see a thing when the water was all murky. I knocked against the glass to see if the octopus was still alive. Suddenly, large bubbles started appearing at the top of the tank at a rapid pace. The glass tank started to crack and water flooded out. I backed away and the tank exploded. Glass shards came at me from all quarters; I ducked and wrapped myseld into a ball. Once they weren’t any more glass shards flying, I stood up and saw the octopus: it was as large as me! But it was still growing!
I let out an ear-piercing scream which lacerated though the air. I started running out of the room wildly like a horse that had its buttocks stung by a bee. I knocked down several vases as I panicked; I was a bull in a china shop. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the octopus, whose head was already touching the ceiling. The octopus seemed to have stopped growing. At this moment, the octopus’ tentacles stretched out of the door way. My heart started to beat rapidly and my legs turned to jelly. I had to get away! I moved trembling legs as quickly as I could and dashed into the kitchen. My eye caught sight of the dozen knives that hung on the wall. An idea struck me; I grabbed the knives and chucked them at the monster. It seemed like I was throwing darts at a humungous board. Amazingly, the knives pierced the monster and it started to lose its balance. Finally, it fell to the ground, dead. I was so relieved that I was still alive!
Although I had survived the giant octopus, two other monsters were waiting for me. Mum and Dad appeared at the front door. When they saw the mess, their jaws dropped and each of their eyes stared fiercely at me. I accepted my punishment and I had to pay for making such a mess. I didn’t get any pocket money for the next few weeks. I explained to my parents how I got myself into this mess. It was my fault that I didn’t really get sarcasm!

Diary Entry

Dear Diary,

I did something today that I didn’t mean to do. It was an average day. I was waiting for my husband, Patrick, at home as usual. When he returned home, I told him that I was pregnant with a boy. After that I wanted to go prepare supper for Patrick but he stopped me and asked me to sit down as he wanted to tell me something. When I heard the news I was shocked and did not want to believe it. I chose not to believe what Patrick told me. I went into the kitchen to prepare supper. As I took out a leg of lamb, I was furious and lost control. I walked over to Patrick and swung the leg of lamb and hit him square on the head. He collapsed onto the ground. I pretended that nothing happened and acted very calmly. I went to buy groceries and when I reached home, I pretended to be shocked. I picked up the phone and called for the police. The police arrived in minutes and investigated. When the officers asked me what happened I didn’t tell them the truth. I told them I didn’t know what happened. After investigating, I asked the officers to eat the leg of lamb I put in the oven after hitting Patrick with it. I felt relieved that the police weren’t able to find the weapon, in fact, they are eating the weapon! As soon as the police left my house, I felt very relieved that they were not able to find the culprit who committed the crime. I hope I will not be questioned by any police officers anymore.