Write a DISNEY-INSPIRED narrative about the man climbing the skyscraper (400 words)
Include: Omniscient Magic, Beauty Phrases, Gemstone Colours, Oxymorons, Magical features
Man climbing skyscraper: describe view and equipment
High winds blow and it seems like he must turn back-difficult decision where he thinks about his safety and trying to prove himself to his family who did not believe he would make it
He perseveres even though a police helicopter is calling him but when the reaches to top, he realises he has not won over his family, he has won over himself
The gelid zephyrs crept up my back, indignantly inducing frenzied shivers that excruciatingly seared through my dilapidated physique like electricity. Steely moonstone clouted me with a coarse adamantine fist of denial, perfumed with the miasma of metal. The panoramic scene glinted with a spectrum of hues that mingled with each other on the flamboyant canvas of the world- benevolent beryl, shimmering sapphire, dynamic carnelian, vehement citrine and a flurry of amethyst. All would be callously obscured by a militia of grey, grey, grey…Bellowing blares seethingly caterwauled into an ebony black hole of delirium. I yearned for the scrumptious salads from my hometown yet all I devoured was a platter of acerbic fumes. However, I must keep going on. The serrated steel spire taunted me with its shrill scornful squeaks. Scintillating silvery skyscrapers clustered together like a bag of tools that impaled the alabaster clouds. The besmirched Huangpu river was begrimed with a fetid landfill that could cover the planet, just like the rancid landfill of contrition inside me. Vestiges of brine, piquant pork relentlessly coerced me to be brimmed with silenced outrage and stubborn dolour, yet it caused me to be emerald with envy. Eyes shrouded by wind, I misplaced my leather-clad foot, almost tumbling into the hematite abyss and only held back by a slender harness which screeched in agony. Suddenly the sonic gusts ushered the demanding demeanour of my father-YOU SHALL DIE AND NEVER REACH THE TOP!!! The words were a billion blades of agonising affliction on my skin. It was then that I resolved to continue.
The Herculean gales urged me to retrace my steps to amelioration. Though would it be worth it? The carnelian crimson crane stretched its sturdy arms above the hectic skyline. I could be back there but confront my entire family’s exasperation! I must not return, not before reaching my goal, though I could die if I linger any longer! My ebony harness was evading the delicate grasp of the hooks. What would I do?
The world is scrutinising my every step-I would be censured by all and my family! I coerced to permit me to be here yet all of them deplored me: “You idiot, you shall never make it!” Words ricocheted through my head mingling with a thousand thoughts of contrition. Yet if I proceed, I could perish, and my family would never even see me again! Though what is superior in significance-my repute or life. Life is nothing without acceptance though this is just a single achievement! I cannot deal with the manacles of indignation! Qualms encircled my mind in an inevitable vortex-what would I do?
I envisaged my family morosely mourning a tsunami of troubled tears—my countenance in the picture by the funeral with no coffin. Just a wretched urn was storing the remains of my disfigured body. Yet then I conceptualised being led away in a police car, while crowds vociferously babble their deriding. I envisioned the seething shrieking of my mother: “How could you have done this, you could have died, DIED!” Whilst my family woefully wobbled their heads. The pondering has transformed into a black hole, devouring my dreams.
NO! I could not refrain from my family, yet I could not deal with disappointment. AH!!! I pounded my calloused hands on the stern metal. Morbid skin flinched before peeling away, unveiling an abhorrent labyrinth of vermillion. Cerise blood streamed down, yet I did not care. All I cared for was my decision. I had to do something.
Suddenly, in vicious rage, I hurled myself up the crane. Ascending my consternation, my dolefulness, my ruminations, I perceived the peculiar sensation of ground. That was when I realised; I had made it. The world lay in front of me, bowing in veneration. Helicopters whirled around the skyscraper, some blaring reprimands while some were brimmed with the babble of interviewers. I contemplated my family, observing on live television and not believing anything anymore. Though, as I trudged aboard a helicopter, I had not won over anyone-I had won over myself.
Scholarship Interview Questions
1.TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF (300 words)
2. TELL ME WHY YOU ARE A GOOD FIT FOR YOUR DREAM PRIVATE SCHOOL (300 words)