Day 2 Writing Homework

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Write 200 to 300 words about the ocean. Focus on the different sensory modalities you will experience such as taste, sight, smell, touch and hearing. Ensure to use specific language and extended metaphors.

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  1. Richard Liang

    Beach Disaster
    The sun glittered on the water as Liam splashed into the shallows. The waves rolled in with a steady rhythm, their smell sharp with salt and seaweed. He dove under the first breaker, the water closing over his head like a cold blanket. When he came up again, he tasted brine on his lips, bitter and metallic, and wiped his stinging eyes. Around him, the cries of gulls blended with the crash and suck of waves pulling back into the deep.

    He swam further, the water tightening its grip on his body. At first it was exciting, the sea rocking him like a wild ride, but then he noticed the pull was stronger than before. Each kick seemed to move him farther from the shore, not closer. Panic spread through him as he realised he was caught in a rip current. The beach was still visible, but the smell of sunscreen and hot sand seemed impossibly far away now. His arms ached as he tried to fight, the water scraping at his skin like icy fingers.

    Then came the shadow. Out of the corner of his eye, something large slid through the water. His ears filled with the pounding of his own heartbeat, louder than the surf. He twisted to see, and for one awful moment he thought he was staring at a shark. Its shape cut through the waves, smooth and deliberate, circling once before sliding out of sight. His mouth filled with salt water as he gasped, the taste of fear as sharp as blood.

    He wanted to scream, but the ocean swallowed his voice. For a few desperate seconds, he thrashed against the current, certain he would be pulled under. Then, in the blur of sun and spray, he remembered the surf lifesaving posters tacked on the clubhouse wall: Don’t fight the rip. Swim sideways. Forcing himself to slow, he turned, pushing across the pull instead of against it. His muscles burned, but at last the grip loosened, and he broke free into calmer water.

    When he finally staggered onto the beach, the air was thick with the familiar smell of chips and coconut oil. The roar of the sea faded into the background, but its taste still clung to his lips. Liam dropped onto the hot sand, shaking but alive. He glanced back at the endless blue. It was no longer just a place for fun, but a reminder of how quickly beauty could turn to danger.

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  5. Alexander Wu

    On a glorious morning at the Seaside Villa, a small haze walked over the shoreline of Bondi Beach, as I woke up from my pillow which was angel wings stacking on top of each other. Soft as a Feather, but Effective like a power drill for sleeping. The overview was beautiful, a mass of lights merged into the stained-glass window. I raced down the fleet of stairs to exit the door. Just like I anticipated. A flurry of Mountains of waves. It was the best sight I had ever seen this week. Nothing beats a trip to a glorious beach, looking at the waves.

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  6. Riya Prabhakaran

    The water felt cool and soft against my skin as I waded farther into the deep blue, sunlight scattering across the waves in millions of tiny shards of gold. Salt lingered on my tongue, sharp and bitter, and every now and then the wind carried the smell of seaweed mixed with sunscreen. Gulls cried above me, their calls blending with the roar of waves crashing all around, and I felt suspended, almost as if the sea itself was welcoming me, holding me in its embrace.

    Then the current changed. At first, it was just a gentle tug, playful, like a friend teasing me, but it quickly grew stronger, pulling me farther and farther from the safety of the shore. A wave slammed over my head, icy water burning my skin and filling my mouth with salt. Panic surged through my chest, my lungs gasping for air while the sea pressed down on me. I kicked and flailed, tasting the sharp salt and feeling the water pull roughly at me, but the roar of the ocean in my ears only grew louder.

    Just when I thought I might be dragged under for good, a warm, strong hand grabbed my arm. A lifeguard pulled me up, steadying me against the relentless waves. Gasping in sweet, raw air, I felt the hard sand beneath my knees, the sharp scent of salt and sunscreen filling my senses. My heart was racing, but I was safe, alive, and for the first time that day, I could breathe freely. The ocean had tried to take me, but it had let me go.

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  7. Riya Prabhakaran

    The water felt cool and soft against my skin as I waded farther into the deep blue, sunlight scattering across the waves in millions of tiny shards of gold. Salt lingered on my tongue, sharp and bitter, and every now and then the wind carried the smell of seaweed mixed with sunscreen. Gulls cried above me, their calls blending with the roar of waves crashing all around, and I felt suspended, almost as if the sea itself was welcoming me, holding me in its embrace.

    Then the current changed. At first, it was just a gentle tug, playful, like a friend teasing me, but it quickly grew stronger, pulling me farther and farther from the safety of the shore. A wave slammed over my head, icy water burning my skin and filling my mouth with salt. Panic surged through my chest, my lungs gasping for air while the sea pressed down on me. I kicked and flailed, tasting the sharp salt and feeling the water pull roughly at me, but the roar of the ocean in my ears only grew louder.

    Just when I thought I might be dragged under for good, a warm, strong hand grabbed my arm. A lifeguard pulled me up, steadying me against the relentless waves. Gasping in sweet, raw air, I felt the hard sand beneath my knees, the sharp scent of salt and sunscreen filling my senses. My heart was racing, but I was safe, alive, and for the first time that day, I could breathe freely. The ocean had tried to take me, but it had let me go.

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  9. Ibrahim Adil

    Ocean
    The calm and relaxing place where we go in times of summer, The brown grains massaging my feet and the water acting blue but white.The wind sways against my face to take a walk along the shore. Then I jump into the oceanic abyss and soon realise beneath the water is a whole new world. The fish glided in the salty soup. The coral danced with every wave. The wave crashed against the shore. Making loud roaring sounds like a lion. The day starts to sleep and so does the beach. The waves are not waves but is actually water that is sliding on the sand. Then I go into Poseidon Realm for the last time and I try to get out but I can’t. I’m stuck in a rip. I struggle and struggle but still I can’t get out. The waves were crashing on me. I had difficulty breathing. Until someone arrived and they saw me and rescued me. But the real reason they were here was they got a noise complaint about a young woman screaming. You can’t just give me warning, I was stuck in the water. I was so annoyed but I got a warning and remembered to leave the beach as soon as the day goes to sleep.

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  11. Naomi

    The afternoon sun shone on the water, making it glimmer like a field of diamonds scattered across the endless blue. The tide was gentle, curling in like soft, woven silk, lapping at the shore with gentle rhythms. Warm sand stretched endlessly under lines of swaying palms, where families shared happiness. The beach pulsed with joy and life.

    But out beyond the laughter, joy and life, past the children jumping waves, the water darkened. The sounds of the rhythmic waves hitting the shore faded and was replaced with calmness, stillness and silence. Elli visited the beach with her family every day of the summer holidays. She enjoyed laughing with her family, playing with her little brother Max and playing fetch with her dog. But sometimes, she enjoys paddling out to the ocean where surfers surfed and gazing at the horizon. This part of the ocean was different. Elli could reflect about school in private, stare into the depths of the ocean, daydream about life. She felt like the deeper part of the ocean was her place. Somewhere she felt “at home.

    Elli paddled further out, her surfboard gently rocking under her. She sat up and gazed at the incoming wave. It looked calm and glassy. Everything shimmered under that late afternoon glow. The gentle breeze, the sun soaked sand and the cold water. Everything was calm. Just stillness, calmness and peace. But that thought was shattered instantly. A sharp, sudden tug came from under Elli and it pulled her underwater. Her brain couldn’t process what it was until the pain pulsed through her leg, crimson shooting through the water like a missile.

    Blood shot out of her leg in thick clouds, dying the deep blue ocean a crimson red. Through the clouds of blood, Elli saw it. A great white. It was huge with rows of sharp dagger like teeth. Suddenly, Elli heard it. A blow of a sharp whistle at shore and heard a loud roaring sound coming towards her. Two strong hands hauled her up onto a boat and Elli felt weak, dizzy. Then, everything went dark.

    Elli woke up in a hospital, her family gathered around her. “Are you alright?” Dad asked. Elli didn’t answer. The next few days passed with a blur of hospital visits and IV drips. Elli swore to herself she would never go far from shore. At least not anytime soon.

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  12. Naomit

    The afternoon sun shone on the water, making it glimmer like a field of diamonds scattered across the endless blue. The tide was gentle, curling in like soft, woven silk, lapping at the shore with gentle rhythms. Warm sand stretched endlessly under lines of swaying palms, where families shared happiness. The beach pulsed with joy and life.

    But out beyond the laughter, joy and life, past the children jumping waves, the water darkened. The sounds of the rhythmic waves hitting the shore faded and was replaced with calmness, stillness and silence. Elli visited the beach with her family every day of the summer holidays. She enjoyed laughing with her family, playing with her little brother Max and playing fetch with her dog. But sometimes, she enjoys paddling out to the ocean where surfers surfed and gazing at the horizon. This part of the ocean was different. Elli could reflect about school in private, stare into the depths of the ocean, daydream about life. She felt like the deeper part of the ocean was her place. Somewhere she felt “at home.

    Elli paddled further out, her surfboard gently rocking under her. She sat up and gazed at the incoming wave. It looked calm and glassy. Everything shimmered under that late afternoon glow. The gentle breeze, the sun soaked sand and the cold water. Everything was calm. Just stillness, calmness and peace. But that thought was shattered instantly. A sharp, sudden tug came from under Elli and it pulled her underwater. Her brain couldn’t process what it was until the pain pulsed through her leg, crimson shooting through the water like a missile.

    Blood shot out of her leg in thick clouds, dying the deep blue ocean a crimson red. Through the clouds of blood, Elli saw it. A great white. It was huge with rows of sharp dagger like teeth. Suddenly, Elli heard it. A blow of a sharp whistle at shore and heard a loud roaring sound coming towards her. Two strong hands hauled her up onto a boat and Elli felt weak, dizzy. Then, everything went dark.

    Elli woke up in a hospital, her family gathered around her. “Are you alright?” Dad asked. Elli didn’t answer. The next few days passed with a blur of hospital visits and IV drips. Elli swore to herself she would never go far from shore. At least not anytime soon.

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  13. may

    The afternoon sun shone on the water, making it glimmer like a field of diamonds scattered across the endless blue. The tide was gentle, curling in like soft, woven silk, lapping at the shore with gentle rhythms. Warm sand stretched endlessly under lines of swaying palms, where families shared happiness. The beach pulsed with joy and life.

    But out beyond the laughter, joy and life, past the children jumping waves, the water darkened. The sounds of the rhythmic waves hitting the shore faded and was replaced with calmness, stillness and silence. Elli visited the beach with her family every day of the summer holidays. She enjoyed laughing with her family, playing with her little brother Max and playing fetch with her dog. But sometimes, she enjoys paddling out to the ocean where surfers surfed and gazing at the horizon. This part of the ocean was different. Elli could reflect about school in private, stare into the depths of the ocean, daydream about life. She felt like the deeper part of the ocean was her place. Somewhere she felt “at home.

    Elli paddled further out, her surfboard gently rocking under her. She sat up and gazed at the incoming wave. It looked calm and glassy. Everything shimmered under that late afternoon glow. The gentle breeze, the sun soaked sand and the cold water. Everything was calm. Just stillness, calmness and peace. But that thought was shattered instantly. A sharp, sudden tug came from under Elli and it pulled her underwater. Her brain couldn’t process what it was until the pain pulsed through her leg, crimson shooting through the water like a missile.

    Blood shot out of her leg in thick clouds, dying the deep blue ocean a crimson red. Through the clouds of blood, Elli saw it. A great white. It was huge with rows of sharp dagger like teeth. Suddenly, Elli heard it. A blow of a sharp whistle at shore and heard a loud roaring sound coming towards her. Two strong hands hauled her up onto a boat and Elli felt weak, dizzy. Then, everything went dark.

    Elli woke up in a hospital, her family gathered around her. “Are you alright?” Dad asked. Elli didn’t answer. The next few days passed with a blur of hospital visits and IV drips. Elli swore to herself she would never go far from shore. At least not anytime soon.

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  14. Riya Prabhakaran

    The water felt cool and soft against my skin as I waded farther into the deep blue, sunlight scattering across the waves in millions of tiny shards of gold. Salt lingered on my tongue, sharp and bitter, and every now and then the wind carried the smell of seaweed mixed with sunscreen. Gulls cried above me, their calls blending with the roar of waves crashing all around, and I felt suspended, almost as if the sea itself was welcoming me, holding me in its embrace.

    Then the current changed. At first, it was just a gentle tug, playful, like a friend teasing me, but it quickly grew stronger, pulling me farther and farther from the safety of the shore. A wave slammed over my head, icy water burning my skin and filling my mouth with salt. Panic surged through my chest, my lungs gasping for air while the sea pressed down on me. I kicked and flailed, tasting the sharp salt and feeling the water pull roughly at me, but the roar of the ocean in my ears only grew louder.

    Just when I thought I might be dragged under for good, a warm, strong hand grabbed my arm. A lifeguard pulled me up, steadying me against the relentless waves. Gasping in sweet, raw air, I felt the hard sand beneath my knees, the sharp scent of salt and sunscreen filling my senses. My heart was racing, but I was safe, alive, and for the first time that day, I could breathe freely. The ocean had tried to claim me, but it had let me go.

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  15. anshika-rajeshkannan

    As I stepped outside, the palm trees danced, emitting a cool breeze — a miracle in the humid summer weather. Their elegant movements swayed my chestnut hair as the sweat sticking to my face started to evaporate.

    I gazed in awe at the breathtaking sky, painted with hues of lavender and fuchsia. I watched the glistening sun slowly sink into the horizon– an every day thing which still feels surreal. The once timid waves began to hastily run to the shore, roaring at the people. Their anger made me realise I needed to put the tide warning out.

    I hastily devoured the succulent sandwich, relishing my mouth as my taste buds danced in jubilation. I glanced across and noticed an abundance of people — who looked tinier from the elevated perspective of my lifeguard chair huddled around in a circle. I peered through, and shock pierced my heart.

    Sprinting outside, I tossed the heavily mounted first aid kit onto my shoulder tip-toeing across the scorching sand. As I got closer, I could see a lady, partially unconscious, with sting bites from a box jellyfish. Her leg was writhing in pain. Her eyes were filled with agony, as if she had been bitten by a shark.
    I dropped to my knees and checked her pulse. Nothing.

    Without hesitation, I grabbed the walkie-talkie and called an ambulance while one of my co-workers performed CPR. The atmosphere suddenly felt tense. Each breath echoed into the ripples of the waves.
    Minutes passed, and soon a stampede of people surrounded us. Some were filming for pure entertainment, while others stood distressed.

    As I heard the faint sound of the ambulance sirens growing louder, I noticed someone crying. Behind the crowd, there was a girl — around the same age as the unconscious lady — tucked in with her legs, head facing down. I soon found out she was the woman’s younger sister. Something inside me softened, seeing her in such misery. Her heart was mangled, barely clinging to hope. Her whole body was shaken in apprehension of what could happen.

    Once the nurses arrived, all of us lifeguards ensured no one was standing around — except for the poor girl, whose name was Kristy. The nurses ran some tests. Every second we waited was a lifetime.

    After what felt like hours, one of the doctors spoke to Kristy privately.
    “I’m sorry for your loss.”

    Kristy paused. Silence. Then, one by one, tears ran down her face like a waterfall.
    She was utterly devastated and couldn’t overcome the melancholy brought on by the doctor’s heartbreaking words. The agony she felt was worse than her sister’s. She had just lost her sister– the person who always supported her. The person who helped her overcome difficult times. The person who was always there for her.

    That day, Kristy didn’t just lose her sister.
    She lost a part of herself — a part that now lived only in her memory.

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  17. anshika-rajeshkannan

    Homework- Anshika

    As I stepped outside, the palm trees danced, emitting a cool breeze — a miracle in the humid summer weather. Their elegant movements swayed my chestnut hair as the sweat sticking to my face started to evaporate.

    I gazed in awe at the breathtaking sky, painted with hues of lavender and fuchsia. I watched the glistening sun slowly sink into the horizon– an every day thing which still feels surreal. The once timid waves began to hastily run to the shore, roaring at the people. Their anger made me realise I needed to put the tide warning out.
    I hastily devoured the succulent sandwich, relishing my mouth as my taste buds danced in jubilation. I glanced across and noticed an abundance of people — who looked tinier from the elevated perspective of my lifeguard chair huddled around in a circle. I peered through, and shock pierced my heart.

    Sprinting outside, I tossed the heavily mounted first aid kit onto my shoulder tip-toeing across the scorching sand. As I got closer, I could see a lady, partially unconscious, with sting bites from a box jellyfish. Her leg was writhing in pain. Her eyes were filled with agony, as if she had been bitten by a shark.

    I dropped to my knees and checked her pulse. Nothing.

    Without hesitation, I grabbed the walkie-talkie and called an ambulance while one of my co-workers performed CPR. The atmosphere suddenly felt tense. Each breath echoed into the ripples of the waves.

    Minutes passed, and soon a stampede of people surrounded us. Some were filming for pure entertainment, while others stood distressed.

    As I heard the faint sound of the ambulance sirens growing louder, I noticed someone crying. Behind the crowd, there was a girl — around the same age as the unconscious lady — tucked in with her legs, head facing down. I soon found out she was the woman’s younger sister. Something inside me softened, seeing her in such misery. Her heart was mangled, barely clinging to hope. Her whole body was shaken in apprehension of what could happen.

    Once the nurses arrived, all of us lifeguards ensured no one was standing around — except for the poor girl, whose name was Kristy. The nurses ran some tests. Every second we waited was a lifetime.

    After what felt like hours, one of the doctors spoke to Kristy privately.
    “I’m sorry for your loss.”

    Kristy paused. Silence. Then, one by one, tears ran down her face like a waterfall.

    She was utterly devastated and couldn’t overcome the melancholy brought on by the doctor’s heartbreaking words. The agony she felt was worse than her sister’s. She had just lost her sister — the person who always supported her. The person who helped her overcome difficult times. The person who was always there for her.
    That day, Kristy didn’t just lose her sister.

    She lost a part of herself — a part that now lived only in her memory.

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  18. jacob bu

    You walk toward the shoreline, and the air thickens with salt and wind. With each breath, you draw in the ocean’s presence—it fills your lungs, sharp and cold, tasting of metal and storm. You can part your lips and let it rest on your tongue, that briny sting, that taste of something ancient and unfiltered. It sits there, lingering, a reminder that the ocean is never far from the body.

    You can look out across the water and lose yourself in its shifting surface. The light scatters in shards across the waves, catching in crests that roll like the spines of sleeping creatures. The horizon stretches wide and quiet, a thin seam sewn between two infinities. If you stare long enough, the waves seem to breathe, and the ocean becomes a vast chest rising and falling beneath the sky.

    Run your hands through the tide and it clutches back, fluid and firm. It drapes itself around your ankles, curls around your wrists, cool and insistent. You can feel it pulling at you not to harm, but to remind you how small you are. The water slips between your fingers like something alive, never letting you keep it.

    And if you listen, you can hear everything it holds. The waves break like slow applause. Beneath that, the deeper voice hums, steady and unreachable, as if the sea is thinking aloud. It offers no explanation, only rhythm, only sound a language felt more than understood.

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