Term2 Week4 Journal Entry

The tourist attraction stood magically among the scenic view, buried in endless puffs of clouds. Many people especially flew a long way to see just this very awesome attraction.

I myself have been there once. A volcano. But, it was just as unfortunate that it had to happen on that particular day. There was a volcano eruption. I was shocked, rooted to the ground. Everyone was fleeing for their lives, avoiding debris all around.

After much panic and chaos, the eruption ended. A lot of peoplewere suffering from detriment, and I could see most tourists rue coming on this very day. But still, I was nevertheless happy that I could actually get to see a volcano erupt for the first time.

What a day.

Term2 Week3 Journal Entry

Oh no. He dropped the knife covered in blood with shock. His friend laid inanimately on the ground, motionless. No words could express his emotions. He had just accidentally killed his best pal.

He didn't know what had happened. It was this bizarre force that made his hand move. Nothing could explain this absurd reason. But, all that he could do was to throw away the body, for fear of being caught. Which, obviously, wasn't such an imprudent idea.

But, there was simply no choice. With much regret, he threw the gross smelling body into the sea, whose smell would let others abhor it. Looking back at the ocean once more...

He left with a heavy heart.

Term2 Week3 Journal Entry

In a small little village near the countryside, there lived many. One, a boy who was suffering from a neurotic disoder, hoping that someday, there would be a cure to help him. Mortality rates in this small little village had been high, many worried that they themselves might one day get ill too.

For nearly a decade, the boy waited. During that period, he became more introspective, having thoughts that he might never get cured. To him, its was an irascible fact he couldn't get rid of.

Try as he might he struggled on with his life, until one day... He closed his eyes.