Day 1 Writing Homework
Prompt :
You wake up one morning to find your lucky charm has gone missing! Take your readers on a journey to find it, include challenges, obstacles, threats and mystery before coming to a happy resolution. Make sure to use the narrative structure and techniques discussed in class. Write in third person, past tense and make sure to edit your work. Try and write at least 5 paragraphs (introduction, rising action, climax, falling action, conclusion) paragraphs.
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Ring! The clock rang as Allen woke out of bed, he looked at the window “ what a nice day to go for a walk”, he thought to himself. Allen tumbled out of bed, he lived in a White House, a backyard and a swimming pool. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that his lucky charm went missing. “Without my charm I would never go for a walk”, he sighed. Allen, brushed his teeth, ate breakfast and was about to go out but he was still pondering about this.
Allen searched all through the house; stuck in the gap of something, in the pool, in the grass of his backyard, on the carpet and everywhere. But it was no-where to be found. He stood there crying. His mother came at asked him what was wrong. “It is okay” he blurted out. Why did I even think without saying it. Every day that passed meant something, hope and the resemblance of him and his values. As his mum walked away from him he cried and did nothing, but sitting on the floor next to the wall.
He observed through the window, he saw a man going through the street. He looked closer and grabbed him binoculars. “That is my toy he gasped”, with astonishment he stopped crying, and ran down the stairs. He chased the man but he was still too fast. He felt sad and lost hope. The only thing he could do now was star at the man running with his toy away from him. Allen started crying again but his time he was even more sad.
When he returned home, his mother asked what had happened, this time he would not let it go and told the truth. “I-I lo-ost my t-toy” Don’t worry tomorrow i will buy you a new toy and you will be happier. Allen stoped crying and this time he was very confident. He stared at his mother and smilies. Today is the day when I am going to my new toy. Allen and his mother hopped onto the car and set to the supermarket
We they arrived at the supermarket, his mum immediately took Allen to the toys selection at Woolworths. There was lots of different toys but the charms that he saw were exactly the same so he purchased the kindergarten chocolate egg and hand it onto his bedroom shelf. Now he was not crying anymore Allen was very happy. With his new charm he would look after it more and not let anyone take it. He also promised his mum that he would not let any strangers in like that man.
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1-10(3)-Roo
Lost and Found
When Ella awoke that morning, she knew something was wrong. The cool weight of her silver pendant, the lucky charm she had worn every day since her grandmother had given it to her, no longer rested reassuringly against her neck. She leapt from bed, pulling open drawers, shaking her quilt, and even crouching to peer beneath the frame. Her heart sank as she realised that the pendant was nowhere to be found. A hollow chill spread through her chest, for the charm had always been more than decoration; it was her talisman of courage, a small circle engraved with a star, a reminder that she was never truly alone.
She hurried outside, scanning the garden where she had sat the night before. The grass glittered with dew, but no trace of metal caught the light. A rustling in the hedge startled her, and a blackbird darted out, carrying a glint in its beak. Ella gasped and ran after it. Her slippers slapped against the stone path as she chased the bird beyond the gate and into the woods. Brambles tugged at her sleeves and thorns scratched her hands, yet she pressed forward, eyes locked on the glistening object in the bird’s beak as it vanished deeper into the trees.
The forest grew more ominous, the air heavy with damp earth and shadows. Strange sounds – creaks and whispers echoed between the trunks, making Ella’s heart hammer. At one point, she slipped into a shallow stream, icy water soaking her clothes. For a moment she considered turning back, but the thought of losing the pendant forever pushed her on. Then, through a clearing, she spotted the blackbird perched on a branch above a hollow log. As Ella crept closer, the bird tilted its head, released the charm, and it tumbled into the darkness of the log.
She dropped to her knees and reached inside. Her fingertips brushed smooth metal, but something slithered over her hand. A hiss rose from within, and her stomach tightened in fear. Summoning all her courage, she thrust her arm back into the log and pulled. A startled snake slid out, then hissed as if swearing then vanished swiftly into the undergrowth. In her other hand, gleaming faintly in the dim light, was the pendant. Relief washed over her in a wave so strong it nearly brought her to tears.
With the charm once again secured around her neck, Ella retraced her steps home. The forest no longer seemed menacing; birds sang above and the path appeared brighter, as though the charm had broken the spell upon the woods. By the time she reached her gate, the morning sun had broken fully through the clouds. She touched the star-engraved circle and smiled. The pendant had not simply been lost and found; it had tested her courage, and in overcoming the challenge, Ella felt she had earned its blessing all over again.
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1-10(3)-Richard Liang
The missing charm
One morning, Zoe woke up from the rays of the sunlight. Normally she would check her hands for her lucky bracelet as soon she wakes up and it would be there but today it was not! Zoe started to worry because whenever she wore this, it would be a good day and also her mum gave this. She was unsure about her day.
From pillows to blankets and cupboards to drawers she searched. Her parents searched too but they couldn’t find it either. Her parents even checked the cameras but they couldn’t see the bracelet at all.
Zoe slumped on the couch and she started to cry a river. “How am I going to be lucky ever again” she sobbed. “It is impossible for any day to be a good day.’ ’Later she didn’t feel any better.
On the next day Zoe tried her best to stay calm. Everything went just as usual [it was a good day]. “That’s weird that it is a good day today although I don’t have my lucky bracelet.’’ Zoe said.
Zoe then starts to realize that lucky charm or not everyday is a lucky day when you think positively. From then onwards, she never wore her lucky bracelet but she always had a good day.
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1-10(3)-Fathima Shaista Mohamed Salman
Silence Against the Mountain
At the peak of a snow-covered mountain, Wu stood in silence, his boots buried deep in the powdery white. He had come seeking quiet, a space far from the clamour of the world below. Around, trees shook off draped snow from their leaves as their branches groaned under unbearable weight. The wind howled, the sky streaked with clouds. He reached into his coat pocket, as he often did when alone, to touch the small coin his great-grandmother had given him years ago. But his fingers met only cloth and nothingness. He paused, checked again, then frantically turned out the pocket. The coin was gone.
Panic. Subtle at first, then it rose. He dropped to his knees and began brushing away the snow around him, as if it might have fallen in the last few minutes. The ground revealed nothing but more white. His other pockets offered no comfort either. He stood up, retracing his steps across the ridge, eyes scanning the ground, heart pounding louder than the wind. He had kept that penny with him through years of travel and struggle. It was the only thing he had left from her. Losing it felt like losing her all over again.
Then something strange began to happen. As he dug through the snow, each step revealed not more snow, but objects half-buried and unfamiliar. A child’s marble. A rusted bell. A worn domino tile. None of them his, yet each one tugged at something in him; feelings, pieces of dreams, fragments of lives he did not remember living. This was no longer just snow and stone. It had become a field of lost things, stretching out in all directions, scattered like memories someone had tried to forget.
Beside, the frozen river glared off like melted sky, and a reflection came into view; no footsteps, no sound, just silence against the mountain.
A shadowy figure emerged. It wore a coat just like Wu but ragged and stained with darkness. His face was Wu’s, only older and worn like someone who had lived too many years under unbearable anticipation. It looked like someone who’d tried, tried again, and succeeded. Someone who persevered.
Wu heart pounded. The figure opened his mouth.
“You found it,” the other Wu spoke confidently. “The rip of memories.”
“Memories?” Wu replied, voice fading in the wind.
The other Wu walked away, but a sense of comfort surrounded him, as if the mountain had moved with him. Beside Wu, pillows of white restored before he dug. The trees around him, once suppressed by the persistent wind, now stood strong roots almost nailed in the snow. Then, a glare of weathered copper caught Wu’s eye. Before him, it lay half-buried in the snow, as if waiting. The old copper glint, dulled by time but unmistakably familiar.
Wu slipped it back into his coat. Not in the pocket it had fallen from, but the one closest to his rejuvenated heart.
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1-10(3)-Kian
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The Missing Charm
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1-10(3)-Amber Wong
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Thalia Fox attracted laughter and fascination wherever she went. The reason for that was hidden, nestled in the folds of the soft, worn pouch that was kept suspended on a string around her neck. Concealed within the sagging folds of the fabric pouch lay a rose gold coin, its engravings eroded with decades of fingers. One side had a blurred image of a fox, while the other had faded carvings of a pine tree. This is what Thalia regarded as her lucky charm, and it helped her decide to take a risk like her wild family of Foxes are known to do, or to retreat calmly, like a pine. Each morning, Thalia would fish it out to polish, so it was extremely unexpected when, two months ago, Thalia’s slender, expecting fingers brushed nothing but air. Anxious, the teenager upended her pouch, half believing that the coin would fall out with her sapphire necklace, which was carved with the same symbols. It didn’t. The treasured coin was gone.
She shook the sateen pouch even more vigorously, her amber eyes dilating to a panicked brown so dark that it was almost black when she realised something worse. Her necklace, her replacement choice-maker, was gone too. By then, her amber eyes had morphed into round holes of horror; she had lost her lucky charm and her family heirloom all in one day! She tore through her dorm room, notes and books creating a fine carpet of paper. Thalia sighed as her auburn hair slipped back out of her ponytail. Her dorm buddy, Charlotte, popped in and surveyed the mess warily. “Hey, Foxy!” she beckoned to her friend, “How about we go to the fair first? The fair is going to end in one hour, and you look like you need some air.” Reluctantly, Thalia followed her BFF and headed out of her now trashed room, leaving the failing mission behind with it.
The fresh air came as a shock to Thalia, who hurriedly drank it in, while the pair headed downtown and toward the fair. The carnival was filled with entertainment of all sorts, and the pair of girls were overwhelmed by the abundant assortment of activities. “Which way, Foxy?” queried Charlotte, glancing expectantly at the vacant pouch. Thalia resisted the temptation to reach into it and pointed straight forward; an electrical thrill raced along her spine. She had never done this decision-making without her coin before, and the only way she could describe this floating feeling was… free! Thalia strutted down the land, skipping after Charlotte with a spring in her step, listening contentedly as her friend chattered about this pair ride that they just had to go on. But her confidence melted when she saw the amusement ride plate; Double Plummet of Devastating Doom. Instinctively, Thalia’s knees locked and she froze. “C’mon, Foxy, this will be fun,” Charlotte coaxed. Thalia reached for the pouch again but forced her arm back to her side. She nodded and was led onto the Ride of Doom.
The ride took her breath away as Thalia plummeted, the wind blasted her face and she whooshed down the spaghetti tube at the speed of light. Finally, she arrived at the bottom of the ride with a big splash that drenched the lifeguard next to her. Thalia froze in time. “Were you scared?” Charlotte asked her BFF, urging her to think back.
FLASHBACK
Thalia plummeted alright, but no fear arose to take her throughout her whole ride. Instead, there was a warm feeling that blossomed in her chest, making her feel like she could take on the world.
BACK TO THE PRESENT
Thalia understood, the feeling was pride. She used to use the coin to decide for her because she was too scared to say no. It was like saying that it was not her fault that the coin showed the pine. But now it was different. Thalia could say that she was brave for choosing the harder choice by herself. Thalia smiled the biggest smile ever. “Let’s do it again!”
September 29th Writing Class Task
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1-10(3)-Joyce Lu
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The Day My Lucky Charm Vanished
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1-10(3)-Felix
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Day 1 Writing
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1-10(3)-Thomas
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Day 1 Writing
Lily woke up one bright morning and immediately felt something was wrong. She reached for the silver pendant that always hung by her bed—her lucky charm—but her hand closed on nothing. Her heart sank. That charm had been with her for years, ever since her grandmother gave it to her. Without it, she felt strangely exposed, as if something bad might happen. She knew she had to find it.
She started by searching her bedroom, pulling open drawers and peering under the bed. No luck. Then she thought back to the day before. She had been in the garden, then at the park, and finally by the creek. With determination, Lily set out on a journey retracing her steps. The sun was hot as she scoured the grass in the garden, and thorns from the rose bushes scratched her hands. Still, there was no sign of her charm.
When she reached the park, a group of crows swooped down, cawing loudly as though they were guarding something. Lily’s stomach flipped. Could they have stolen it? She bravely walked forward, shielding her face. One shiny object glimmered in the grass, but it was only a coin. Disappointed, she pressed on, but the feeling of mystery deepened. It was almost as if something—or someone—didn’t want her to find it.
At the creek, the water ran fast after last night’s rain. Lily spotted something silver glinting at the bottom, caught between two rocks. Her pulse raced. She leaned over carefully, but her foot slipped on the muddy bank and she almost tumbled in. With all her strength, she grabbed a stick, stretched it out, and hooked the chain. She pulled, holding her breath. At last, the charm slid free from the rushing water and dropped safely into her hand. Relief washed over her.
Clutching the pendant tightly, Lily smiled. The scratches, the crows, and the near fall into the creek no longer mattered. She had her lucky charm back, and with it, her confidence. As she walked home, she promised herself she would never leave it behind again. The adventure had been frightening, but it had also reminded her how precious the charm truly was.
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1-10(3)-Siqi Tang
woke up on a sunny morning and sat up. The digital display showed 6:45am. It seemed to mock him. Ughh! Too early, he mumbled as his head hit his pillow. Somehow, he drifted back into sleep and when he woke up, Ring Ring! The peal of his alarm blared into his still sleepy brain causing him to sit upright. But it wasn’t the alarm, his gold necklace that once lay on the bedside table was… GONE! He leapt up and got dressed so fast that he was sure that it was just a blur of movement.
He ran into the living room and saw his roommate sitting next to the table chewing slowly on some soggy cereal.
“ Have you seen it!?” James questioned.
“ Seen wh—” His roommate got halfway when.
“ The necklace!” He screamed.
“No, I haven’t,” His roommate replied calmly.
James walked back to his room in frustration. He had no idea where that pesky necklace was hiding! Somehow he sensed that today wasn’t going to be good.
He decided to skip the usual monotonous routine of going to university and everything else. He went to his room and stepped on his bed. Which he hoped would be a vantage point to search for where the necklace was. He didn’t know if he was lucky or just got a good position because there it was, a note on his bedside table.
Dear James,
If you want to find it, use the clues.
Next to it, there was a green leaf. He thought that meant the trees outside so not putting on his shoes, he dashed out and, another clue! A table. He had no idea what it meant!
In frustration, he walked back and fell face first on his bed. He had racked his brain trying to think of something but nothing came to memory! He could feel anger escaping his blood stream and the very notion that he can’t figure out the clue made him livid with anger.
But then when he rolled over, he saw it. On the ground, a sparkling bead of gold shone brightly in the sun. His necklace! Next to it, a note. I hope you learned your lesson, Stop forgetting stuff. It all made sense. James had a habit of forgetting stuff and he remembered last night. He had dropped his necklace and was going back to get it but forgot. So it was his roommate who had done it. From that day onwards, he never forgot anything again.
James woke up on a sunny morning and sat up. The digital display showed 6:45am. It seemed to mock him. Ughh! Too early, he mumbled as his head hit his pillow. Somehow, he drifted back into sleep and when he woke up, Ring Ring! The peal of his alarm blared into his still sleepy brain causing him to sit upright. But it wasn’t the alarm, his gold necklace that once lay on the bedside table was… GONE! He leapt up and got dressed so fast that he was sure that it was just a blur of movement.
He ran into the living room and saw his roommate sitting next to the table chewing slowly on some soggy cereal.
“ Have you seen it!?” James questioned.
“ Seen wh—” His roommate got halfway when.
“ The necklace!” He screamed.
“No, I haven’t,” His roommate replied calmly.
James walked back to his room in frustration. He had no idea where that pesky necklace was hiding! Somehow he sensed that today wasn’t going to be good.
He decided to skip the usual monotonous routine of going to university and everything else. He went to his room and stepped on his bed. Which he hoped would be a vantage point to search for where the necklace was. He didn’t know if he was lucky or just got a good position because there it was, a note on his bedside table.
Dear James,
If you want to find it, use the clues.
Next to it, there was a green leaf. He thought that meant the trees outside so not putting on his shoes, he dashed out and, another clue! A table. He had no idea what it meant!
In frustration, he walked back and fell face first on his bed. He had racked his brain trying to think of something but nothing came to memory! He could feel anger escaping his blood stream and the very notion that he can’t figure out the clue made him livid with anger.
But then when he rolled over, he saw it. On the ground, a sparkling bead of gold shone brightly in the sun. His necklace! Next to it, a note. I hope you learned your lesson, Stop forgetting stuff. It all made sense. James had a habit of forgetting stuff and he remembered last night. He had dropped his necklace and was going back to get it but forgot. So it was his roommate who had done it. From that day onwards, he never forgot anything again.
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1-10(3)-Jayden Zhang
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The Missing Rabbit Foot
Whirrr! Alex was biking on the streets with his school friends, Dan and Bob. They raced on Serpentine Avenue and pedaled up steep roads; they were relaxing after a day of demanding work and studying chemicals. After 30 min of biking Alex heard unusual sounds from his bike. Click! Click! Click! Alex was looking at his gears as he was riding thinking a twig got stuck between them, but little did he know that he was driving towards a moving car. Honk! Honk! He looked up and made a sharp turn. Crash! He crashed into a tree, and his head hit the curb. His rabbit foot did not save him this time. His friends and the driver got out of their vehicles and gathered around Alex.
“Are you okay boy?” Said the driver.
“You hit crashed hard,” added on Bob
“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Said Dan.
“I am fine,” Alex said scrubbing of the dirt, “I think I should go home.”
“I can give you a lift,” said the driver, “that bruise on your elbow looks bad.”
“Thank you,” said Alex.
Alex waved goodbye to Dan and Bob. “Where do you live,” asked the man.
“23 Mola street,” Alex replied.
Little did Alex know that he dropped his lucky charm where he crashed. Alex got out of the car after he arrived home.
His mum came and hugged Alex, he waved goodbye to the man. When he checked his pockets, he couldn’t find his lucky charm. He screamed; he looked under his clothes, his bed everywhere then he realised he had left it where he had crashed. He asked his mum if he could go look for his rabbit foot his mum said, “we’ll look for it tomorrow.”
Alex wrapped a band aid around his bruise thinking of his lucky charm. The next day he woke up to hear a knock on his door, a red-haired boy said, “I found this in front of my house does this belong to you?” He showed a rabbit’s foot with Alex’s address on it.
“Thank you,” said Alex, “I’ve been looking for it all night.”
“You’re welcome,” said the boy leaving.