Daily Archives: June 8, 2015

‘A Scene from an Interesting Event’ by Raphael Khalid

‘A Scene from an Interesting Event’ by Raphael Khalid

starry starry night

Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’ could not compare to the horizon on that day. The sky was a gentle black, like the mane of a wild black mare that rides the night. Dark clouds gathered round the early night. The glorious Beasts above grumbled with anticipation, wanting to rid themselves of their watery encumbrance, and we shared this anticipation. In a few moments time, the millennium would change into a fresh one, like the phoenix that rises from the ashes, moments after demise.

Often, the mountains in the distance materialized, only to be hidden by the clouds again. A bright, flamboyant, flame-white moon stared at us from its radiant zoo. Its light illuminated the cold, wet shards of grass, shining them up like the lights of old, distant stars twinkling in the unknown distance.

A cold aura had started to envelop the humid, sultry night. Soft winds whistled silently across the meadow I was in, it swayed the short towers of wheat in the direction of its thundering influence. I was with many other strange and unknown people in that meadow, but we all had the same, great expectations. And our hearts were in the same state, all beating with excitement, all screaming with the want anticipation, all on the brink of bursting with every emotion we had ever felt in our entire lives; and these emotions were expressed in happy ways.

We had no way of going astray from our paths there, as nothing there would pull us from it. Any time now….

Rain fell. It fell on the dry dirt, the grass, the plants. It fused with them. It emitted such a beautiful, powerful aroma that my brain just shut down for a moment and forgot all the pains and miseries I had to go back to. I breathed in the smell as much as I could, as if it would never to rain again.

The wind and rain, brothers-in-arms, hit my face and softly slid off, leaving behind only a perky feeling in me, one that raised the hair on my arms like little soldiers ready to fight a little battle.

The tall pines were scattered round the meadow waltzed with themselves, whenever the wind picked up strength momentarily. Even they knew that worries at that moment were non-existent, so they enjoyed, peacefully dancing to the songs of the howling wind and the drums of the rain.

As the time grew narrower, even the tiny angels falling from the sky seemed to fall faster and more vigorously. They absorbed themselves into my clothes, making me shiver. This was the moment the Earth and everything in and on it had been waiting for. And despite this vast number of them, I had felt like I had been the only one there.

Everyone around me seemed to have vaporized into the dark night, leaving only me to witness the ascension. And the demonic, blazing, furious angel rocketed up into the sky, it fought against gravity, it defied the falling rain, it was a wayward rebel. And the rocket burst. It burst out all of its suppressed anger and rage into a beautiful, luminous ball of fire and sparks. It threw itself everywhere into the night sky in complete sang-froid, and no sound came from the lights until a few moments after, a soft pop.

The rebel’s soldiers flew up in unison after it had burst, following their leader, even in death. Silent whistles came from them this time, not like the wind’s, but more concentrated, high-pitched ones. They brought about colour with their ends into the dark, melancholy sky.

The sky seemed to dance in the colour of the rainbows. It’s stars were vivified in the macabre of colours. These heroics all vanished in the sky, only to be replaced by more and more of the fireworks, and colours and light. This brightness in the sky lingered faintly, but surely, and it commemorated the dawn of a new age and era. And everyone at that moment, even if they felt as if they were as small as ants in a jungle, or even as small as humans in the world, they had felt a wave of importance wash over them as the day, year, century and millennium turned to face its new self. And at that moment, I felt true happiness.


‘Write about a Mischievous Child who got themselves into Serious Trouble’ by Zoha Sarim

‘Write about a Mischievous Child who got themselves into Serious Trouble’ by Zoha Sarim


Malcolm’s eyes inched open sluggishly as he saw a flickering shadow move down the hallway. A light grew brighter as a shadow moved down the hallway. A light grew brighter as it neared him, then dimmed as it bobbed away. A creak on the staircase snapped him out of his slumber and he became extremely aware of his surroundings. The faint smell of vanilla lingered in the air. Malcolm’s mouth split into a grin. Aria was going hunting.

Malcolm slipped out of his bed, silent as an owl, and changed into his day clothes: a rough, fawn-coloured shirt, brown leather breeches, a brown waistcoat, and a thick green belt. He pulled on some socks and laced up a pair of old, weather-beaten boots. He silently exited his room and made his way down the staircase, stepping past the fatal areas that would groan if he stepped on them, giving him away.

Malcolm paused by the wall and locked his eyes on his sister’s tall, lithe figure. With eagle eyes he watched her finish a hunk of cheese and slice of rye bread, before she slung a pack over her soldier and marched out the door, her long hair swinging behind her.

Malcolm picked up an apple and started munching on it, a crisp, sweet flavor tingling on his tongue. He washed the remains down with a glass of water. Peeking out of the window, Malcolm checked Aria’s position. She had finished the long walk from the house to the edge of the forest. He watched her look over her shoulder before she disappeared into the woods.

Grinning, Malcolm plunged further into the forest. After Aria stepped into the foliage, he had tiptoed out of the house and quietly scurried after her, taking care not to be seen. Mother and Aria had strictly forbidden him from venturing too near the forest, but he liked to anyway. Besides, it was not as if he was alone; he stayed close enough to Aria for her to remain in sight, but far away enough so that she would not see him.

This was not the first time he had followed her. Malcolm found it intriguing how the small animals caught in the delicately intricate traps could end up as a magnificent roast. He watched Aria skin and gut the kill before putting them in the sack slung over her shoulder. Her fingers were stained red with blood. Popping a plump berry in his mouth, Malcolm watched her wash the blood from her hands.

Malcolm savoured the tangy, sour taste of the wild blueberries and breathed in the cool, pine-needled scented air. Watery sunshine filtered through the thin clouds and stiff branches. He leant against a hard tree trunk, grinning mischievously to himself with pride. He was too clever to get caught, or so he thought.

His sister appeared out of nowhere, and grabbed his wrist. His mouth opened in shock. How had she caught him?

“I know you’ve been following me for the last few weeks,” she spoke, looming above him. Her face was set with disapproval and disappointment, anger flashing in her eyes.

“I thought you might realise your mistake and stop, but I guess not. Go home. We’ll deal with your punishment later, but I imagine you’ll get a mouthful from Mother once she finds out. Hurry along. I’ll see you in the evening.”

Malcolm hurried home. The expression on Aria’s face both worried and scared him. His fear sharpened his memory and he found his way home easily. When he got to the edge of the woods, he looked towards the house. Mother was standing at the kitchen door frowning, one hand shading her face from the sun.

As she saw Malcolm her scowl deepened, and he could tell what she meant from her expression: Get yourself over here now, young man. You are in serious trouble. He sighed deflatedly and trudged towards the cottage, his head hanging dejectedly.

‘Happiness’ by Zoha Sarim


Lily underwent heart surgery. She was only four years old when she was diagnosed with a rare heart disease. She was five years old when the surgery took place.


Lily woke up and started vomiting. Her parents ran to her. They took her to the hospital. Lily’s chest hurt. She cried silently and hugged her teddy bear. Her parents rushed her to the emergency room. These men in blue coats and green masks put something over her mouth and nose. Suddenly, she could breathe better. Then for a while, everything went hazy.

When she woke up, she was lying on a soft white bed, with her pink blanket, and her teddy bear next to her. Her parents were talking to a man in a white coat. Lily decided to go to sleep again.


Lily sat in the car with her bag filled with toys and books. The men in the blue coats were called doctors, and they were going to make her heart better again. She went into a room that was filled with toys and other children. She played with a girl named Angela whose arm was broken.

“They’re gonna take out my stitches today!” exclaimed Angela gleefully.

“I’m gonna get a better heart!” replied Lily, smiling goofily.

“Ooh, that sounds nice.”

“Lily!” A nurse called. “It’s your turn.”

“Bye Angela!”

“Bye Lily!”

The nurse led Lily to a room. The same man she had seen talking to her parents last year was standing there. He smiled.

“How are you, Lily? I’m Dr. Richard.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’ll be doing your surgery today.”


She lay down on the bed, and again a mask was put on her face. She closed her eyes and drifted into a warm sleep.

Lily woke up. Her room was empty. She had a big white cloth on her chest, under her nightie. She slowly got out of bed, and saw her slippers in the corner of the room. She shuffled over to them, and slipped them on. The door squeaked open. The nurse came in with a tray of food.

“Lily! What are you doing up so early!”

“I was looking for my Hello Kitty slippers. They make everything better!”

The nurse crouched down, a wide smile on her face. She laughed slightly and said, “Say that again, would you?”

The nurse took out her phone and pointed it at Lily, making a video. Lily repeated her words.

“Well. Would you like something to eat?”

“Yes! Do you have jelly?”
“I’ll see. You just made my day, with your words, you know that?”

“But what about the jelly?”

“You’ll get your jelly. Don’t worry.”

‘Emergency Medical Rescue’ by Fatima Malik

‘Emergency Medical Rescue’ by Fatima Malik
She loved cookies more than life.

She loved cookies more than life.

“Felicity! Wake Up!!”

I fell out of my bed at the sound of my name being screamed by a male voice. I dashed out of my room still in my pajamas towards the source of the mayhem. As I was about to enter, Leah, my roommate’s room, my eyes fell on the cupboard lying flat on the floor in our dining room. Next to the mahogany cupboard stood our co-worker, Louis, with his blue eyes wide at the sight in front of us. How did I not hear the cupboard fall during my sleep?
“How did this happen? Where is Leah?” I asked.

“Lea…h…Leah,” he pointed towards the ground.

As my eyes followed to where his fingers were pointed, I went into a state of shock, as I saw Leah’s arm and hand with the familiar red painted nails showing from underneath the cupboard.

“It was an accident, help me push the cupboard off,” Louis said with nervousness evident in his voice.

I pushed the thoughts of her being seriously injured to the back of my mind and helped Louis. Using all the strength I had in my body, Louis and I, were finally able to remove the cupboard off of Leah’s petite frame. Her eyes were shut and there were no signs of breathing. I quickly checked her pulse which was still beating, she had only fainted! God, she scared me.

“Quick! Grab my car keys. We need to get her to the hospital!” I screamed at Louis, feeling bad for him.

Finding my nearest shoes, I wore them and Louis and I quickly rushed towards the entrance with Leah in our arms. Getting into the car, my hands shivered as I tried to put the key inside. Finally after being able to bring the car to life, I drove like there was no tomorrow.

Entering the hospital’s emergency, two nurses with a stretcher ran towards us. Taking Leah out of the back seat, they rushed her towards the entrance. Louis and I made our way towards the waiting area when he finally said,
“She climbed on the top to get cookies.”

This made me laugh till my stomach hurt at my best friend who loved cookies more than life.