Week 5 Writing Homework

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Prompt : Write a complete narrative of 600-800 words based on “The Moment Time Stopped” that showcases your mastery of climax and resolution. Select ONE of these scenarios:
1. A character experiencing a life-threatening accident/emergency
2. A profound moment of realisation or decision in a relationship
3. A character witnessing something that changes their understanding of reality
4. An encounter with unexpected news that alters life’s trajectory

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  1. Varoon

    Olivia stood at the corner of 7th Street with her husband, Ben. Every morning, they waited for the traffic light to change so they could cross the road. It was something they had done for many years. Olivia held her warm coffee. Ben held the bright red umbrella.
    She didn’t like that umbrella. It was too bright for such a grey day. Everything felt quiet and heavy lately. That was how it had been since Ben got sick. The doctor had told them the truth two months ago. Ben had a sickness that could not be fixed.
    After that, they stopped talking about it. They still ate dinner. They still walked together. But they said very little. Olivia felt like her heart had closed up. She was scared of losing him. So she stayed quiet.
    Rain began to fall. The red umbrella opened with a loud pop. Olivia frowned. She didn’t like the way it stood out in the grey street. She thought it was too happy for such a sad time.
    The little man on the traffic light turned green. They stepped forward.
    Then suddenly—it happened.
    A loud screech. A horn. A silver car coming too fast.
    And then—time stopped.
    Everything froze in place.
    The raindrops hung in the air like tiny glass beads. Her coffee cup slipped from her hand but did not fall. The red umbrella floated in the air, upside-down. Even the car in front of them had stopped, its front just a metre away, stuck like a paused movie.
    Ben wasn’t moving. He stood beside her, frozen like a statue.
    But Olivia could still move.
    She looked around. The city had stopped. People on the other side of the road were frozen mid-step. The noise was gone. There was no sound. Just silence.
    She looked at the red umbrella, still hanging in the air. It reminded her of the first time Ben gave it to her. He had said, “Now I’ll never lose you in a crowd.” Back then, she laughed. Now, the memory made her eyes sting.
    Olivia felt something warm and sad fill her chest. She turned to Ben. His face looked calm but still. Like he had stopped breathing.
    She thought about the sickness, the hospital, the way he held her hand during tests. She remembered the way he smiled at her even when he was tired. And she remembered the way she looked away. How she didn’t know what to say.
    Now, in this still world, she saw it all clearly.
    She had been afraid. Afraid of losing him, afraid of saying the wrong thing. So she had said nothing at all.
    But now, she wanted to say everything.
    She reached for his hand and held it tight.
    And then—time started again.
    The car screeched to a full stop. Her coffee cup hit the ground and spilled. The umbrella landed beside it with a soft thump. Rain poured down harder. Sounds rushed back all at once—horns, yelling, footsteps, life.
    Ben blinked. He looked at her. “Olivia?” he said.
    She didn’t answer. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and held him close. She kissed his cheek. His shirt was wet. Her hair stuck to her face. None of it mattered.
    Later, they sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. The red umbrella stood by the door, dripping water onto the floor.
    Olivia looked at him and said, “I don’t want to be quiet anymore.”
    Ben nodded. His eyes were full of tears, but he smiled.
    The next morning, they stood again at the corner of 7th Street. It was cloudy. Rain fell softly from the sky.
    But this time, Olivia held the red umbrella.
    And this time, she was not afraid.

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