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Post by Admin on Jun 19, 2016 11:46:06 GMT
In this thread, you will be able to share your essays and stories to help others on their compositions as well as showing off your knowledge of English.
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Post by Admin on Mar 22, 2017 19:52:49 GMT
A Summer Day at the Beach
It was an afternoon in the middle of July, when I went to the beach all by myself. I liked being with my friends, but sometimes you’ve got to have some personal time to think. I got out of my car, and walked straight to the lumpy sand. The beach was always so admirable, and it brought peace to my heart. The sounds of the water splashing on the rocks and the sound of the waving trees were both extremely soothing. It sounded like the leaves were brushing against each other. I reached down to touch the sand and it felt gritty and hard. The sand was so rough that it hurts to walk on; it felt like stepping onto a Lego for every step I took.
I enjoyed the wonderful smell of the ocean. The smell was so strong that it felt like I was eating fries with too much salt. The sunset was beautiful, aside from the fact that just the colour of the sky was already satisfying. The sky was like a famous artist’s painting, so perfect as if it was unreal. The wind made my hair fly around like a horse running at its fastest pace. I guess it’s my lucky day that the beach was quiet. It was quieter than the park at night. I went and sat down on a rock near the shore. I felt a cool breeze going down my back when a small, cold wave tickled the bottom of my foot. I swung my feet around and stepped back onto the grainy sand. I walked around sighing to the pleasing view.
I found a smoothie stand; I laid my finger on it. It was dusty, and mostly fallen apart. I can imagine a line up as long as the longest snake alive, right in front of this stand. Just by the thought of that, I could smell a strawberry smoothie. I was a big fan of smoothies.
I walked to the middle of the beach and sat down on the stand. Once again the feeling of peace struck me again. The beach was so calm; this was rare because the beach near my city was usually crowded. I closed my eyes and tried to remember every detail I saw that day.
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Post by Admin on Mar 22, 2017 20:01:19 GMT
Graveyard of Terror
During times that were pretty arduous and humanity was despicable, racial segregation determined that the white and black people were separate from each other. White people were superior of black people but life for white people wasn’t all straightforward. Mortality for both kinds of humans were very high as wars took place nearly every year. Wars caused great depression to people and economic systems too. Buildings were easily dilapidated and Corvale was not a nice place to survive in. Controlled by rich overlords, most people had to pay rents as they did not have enough cash to buy a house for full-time. And to make matters worse, graveyards had monthly visits from the dead which adults were sworn by the law to not tell their children until they were 16 even if they find out themselves.
One such situation took place on a cold, quite evening in late November 1933 where a timid, young man named Benjamin O’Sullivan was trudging along the pathway towards Corvale Cemetery. The Cemetery was where Benjamin’s ancestors and grandparents laid in peace. He was rather chatty despite his shy nature and lived in his own little world at times. Though the sky was pitch-black anyway, Benjamin had a feeling that the sun was setting and it was getting dark soon, so he needed to hurry. He laid flowers on the grave in honour to his family descendants and always believed that they are looking down on him and are proud of him. Benjamin always prayed to them but this time, he prayed a bit too much that he did not recognize that darkness had come and the day had vanished away. Benjamin knew that he wasn’t allowed out in the dark alone without somebody by his side and so he quickly dashed home.
However, there were strange chuckles coming from the graveyard which Benjamin tried to ignore. Benjamin’s ears swore that the chuckles were coming closer and closer as he dashed home and unfortunately, they were correct. The strange chuckles were the spirits of dead people and Benjamin was petrified as he never experienced something so blood-curdling before. Down the other way, he ran as fast as a cheetah which was a longer way to his house. At the same time, he did not know that more spirits polluted the air down that road too and he was stuck in a pickle of terror. Benjamin instead ran across the road as fast as he could trying to avoid any cars coming in which there were very few; so wasn’t a big problem to him. Furthermore, Benjamin made it home soon.
At home, Benjamin told his mother about the incident he had near the graveyard. The mother could not lie to him despite the law and told him the truth but she quoted in such a serious voice “Benjamin, don’t you tell anyone that I told you about this as it is against the law and I could be put in prison without trial and that means, there would be nobody to look after you and your other siblings”, Benjamin’s shy nature helped keep the secret as he did not interact with people very well so his mother was safe from prison cells and perhaps death!
This was one of the many creepy and strange stories that the town of Corvale had to share.
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Post by Admin on Apr 21, 2017 16:46:27 GMT
The Best Holiday I Ever Had
I've been on so many great trips around the world but the one to Las Vegas was the best of all them. It was the perfect holiday spot for Christmas since it wasn't too cold or hot or wet either. The plane journey was very long of up to nine or ten hours but my eagerness and enthusiasm for the holiday kept me from getting tired.
When we got to the city, it was about 8 o'clock at night and I took so many photos of myself with a jolly smile because the city was even better than I thought with plenty of beautiful, colourful lights, casinos and buildings. It felt like I was living in Paradise. The Bellagio, the hotel we stayed in, was beautiful and huge. It even had its own swimming pool and casino.
My brother loved to go into the swimming pool a lot and so did I. All of us though loved to go to play at the casinos and amusements. One night we went to see a tribute show of Elvis and he sang one of my favourite songs, 'Viva Las Vegas'. Another day, we went to the spectacular Wet N Wild Waterpark and it was a splendid day with so many fun and water-riffic rides.
After so many fun days, we departed and went home feeling depressed but still very amused and thanked everyone for such an enjoyable holiday. My photos will always make me remember how each day was brilliant.
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Post by Admin on Apr 21, 2017 16:50:44 GMT
The Risk Was Worth It
When I was a young boy, my mam and dad brought me to the fairground every time it came to my hometown. It was literally a ten minute walk from my house. From my house, I could hear all the children and I could see all the lights from the spectacular and remarkable rides as well as amusement arcades.
This fairground was nothing like the fairground out in Bray which once had seen my favourite place to go as a young child. I was getting older though and the little rides just weren't my cup of tea.
I had always a fear of heights as a young child but as I got older, I always looked at all the other boys and girls going on these gigantic rides. There were fast ones and slow ones but all went up into the air. I kept telling myself one day that will be me on one of them rides and it's a risk I have to take.
I got the courage one day and just took the risk on the adrenaline pumping rides. One of the most stomach-churning rides was the Miami Wrecker. It was a swing that would go up and down. I was so frightened but so proud. It was well worth taking the risk and I got over my fear of heights.
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Post by Admin on Apr 21, 2017 16:58:14 GMT
"It was the worst time ever to have no credit on my phone"
One day, while out playing soccer in the field with a gang of friends, I suddenly felt my phone ringing in my pocket but we were having some great crack so I ignored it. When the match ended though, I read the missed call and unexpectedly, disaster struck! It was a call from a recording studio that I applied a job for and it was the worst time ever to have no credit on my phone.
I ran home as fast as a cheetah and while I did, my mind raced saying "Had I lost a great opportunity?" and "Will I ever get the chance again?". For days and days, I'd been trying to seek a deal with many agencies and I started worrying "Was this the end of my hopes and dreams of being part of the music industry?".
When I got in the door, it was 5:05 and I started bawling knowing the office closed at 5 o'clock. That time I had known I really lost my chance in creative hope. My mam tried to calm me down and said "I might as well ring them anyways". I rang thinking it was useless but I was utterly shocked when someone answered.
The very next day I was in the recording studio called Rubyworks ready for my interview. I couldn't believe it had happened as I was on the edge of glory. When I pushed the door open, the interviewer said "Welcome" and my interview for a chance at fame began.
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Post by Admin on Apr 21, 2017 17:04:51 GMT
I Nearly Starved to Death
As a 15 year old going camping for the scouts, I felt like life was endless and full of mysteries. Travelling from Dublin to the Wicklow Mountains, I planned to spend my weekend camping, foraging and enjoying the beauty of Lugnaquilla.
Strolling through the trees and hiking up the hills, I was totally alone, noticing the majestic view from the ground. Looking around, I discovered I was no longer on the trailer I had mapped out: I was lost. I turned back, hoping to find my original route. However, when walking through muddy ground, I lost my footing and slipped. Immense pain exploded through my head, as I smashed my forehead against a rock. It was the last thing I felt before falling unconscious.
Hours later, I regained consciousness still in pain and still lost. Knowing my head was hurt badly, I realised I had to get down the mountain and get medical care fast. Down the steep gradient I plummeted.
I reached the base and quickly ran to a near by payphone, though my head was aching and in agony. After many dull moments, the ambulance arrived and I was relieved. I spent three weeks stuck in a hospital bed, but at least I knew I was safe. Ever since this happened, this experience has become a touchstone, reminding me what a privilege it is to be alive. It is a lesson I will not forget!
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Post by Admin on Apr 21, 2017 17:11:21 GMT
The Girl
Sitting in my armchair, looking at the park opposite my house, I watched her play. This little girl, no more than five years of age, was playing in the sandpit. Happily she made a sand castle and laughed with joy when it was finished. As I watched her, the image in front of me changed. Instead of a park filled with happy children, I saw an area of mere dirt. Instead of a happy young girl, I saw a boy; filthy and dressed in rags.
In dirt, the boy was trying to play. Using a broken stick as a spade, he gathered the dirt together. He used his hands to squeeze some of it together and tried to build a sand castle made of dirt. Despite his efforts, the sand castle collapsed and the boy collapsed into tears.
The little girl was joined by her family. Her mother hugged and her kissed her before they sat to have a picnic. The boy did not have a family. They had been killed by the soldiers. He had survived. Seeing the soldiers round up the families of the camp and shoot them, the child had ran. He hid under piles of dung behind a shed for two days fearing he would be caught but he wasn't - he survived.
The little girl sleepily let her father pick her up and take her out of the park. Unlike her, I had nobody to hold me when I escaped Auschwitz. She left the park snoozing with joy and happiness. However, I escaped the camp in exhaust and despair. She left the park filled with dreams whilst I left my armchair filled with my sad memories.
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