Week 1 Writing Homework
Prompt : Write a story about a hero on a quest. What is their goal? What hurdles do they encounter?
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Prompt : Write a story about a hero on a quest. What is their goal? What hurdles do they encounter?
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writing attatched i didnt have enough words to finish
The Cursed Quest
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Shawn Pan – WEEK 1 (1)
Maya sat up slowly, blinking as early light spilled across her bedroom floor like warm syrup. Her room held the stillness of a painting — everything in place, everything familiar. But something tugged at the edge of her awareness, a quiet wrongness she couldn’t quite name.
She stepped out of bed and stretched, feeling the cool air nip at her bare arms. As she turned toward the window, her eyes caught something that made her freeze.
Her shadow.
It wasn’t following her.
It stood there, shaped like her, but just slightly behind — out of rhythm. When she turned her head, it delayed. When she stepped left, it hesitated. The movements were close, but off, like watching a video buffer and lag. A chill uncoiled in her spine, slow and steady.
She blinked and looked again. It adjusted, catching up to her, suddenly perfect — like it knew it had been caught.
At breakfast, she didn’t mention it. What would she even say? Her mom rushed between coffee and emails, her little brother kicking his legs under the table, spilling milk like usual. Everything normal. But as Maya stood to leave for school, her eyes fell on the floor again.
The shadow was still off. No one else noticed.
At school, she tested it in quiet moments — lifting her hand during class, turning her head during lunch — and every time, the shadow reacted just a second too late. No one around her seemed to see it. Not her friends, not her teachers. Just her.
By the end of the day, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was more than just weird sunlight or a trick of the eye. It felt intentional. Like it was trying to keep her attention.
After school, instead of walking home, she turned toward the public library. The air outside was sharp with the early bite of autumn, and she pulled her sleeves over her hands as she walked.
Inside the library, the air smelled like dust and old paper — quiet, calm, comforting. She searched the catalog for anything she could think of: “shadow delay,” “shadow not matching movements,” “visual illusions.” She flipped through books about light, human perception, even folklore.
Most of it made no sense, or felt like stretching — myths about spirits stuck to people, superstitions about shadows being tied to memory, or reflections of hidden thoughts. One line caught her attention though, from a worn psychology text:
“In some rare cases, the brain registers time and movement unevenly during heightened self-awareness, resulting in a sensation of being slightly ‘out of sync’ with one’s own reflection or shadow.”
It was the first explanation that didn’t sound like fantasy — but it didn’t feel like enough. Because this wasn’t a sensation. She could see it. Over and over. And no matter what science or superstition tried to say, the simple truth stuck with her:
Only she could see it.
By the time she got home, the sky was draining into soft purple. In her room, she stood in the center of the floor and watched as her shadow crawled along the wall behind her — just a fraction too slow, like it didn’t want to be seen moving on its own.
She didn’t speak to it. She didn’t have to. It wasn’t a hallucination or a voice in her head.
It was her shadow — and it was watching her, just as much as she was watching it.
And for now, that strange, quiet balance was enough.
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Isabella Peng – WEEK 1
CRASH! Something smashed downstairs.
Leo sat up in bed, heart pounding. He crept down the stairs, thinking it might be a cat or maybe a burglar. But in the living room, there was no one, only his shadow… dancing on the wall.
Leo blinked.
“That’s impossible,” he whispered.
It wasn’t just flickering. It was spinning, waving, and making silly faces. Leo rubbed his eyes. Shadows didn’t move by themselves. Did they?
Leo lived with his Gran in a cozy house by the sea. The air always smelled of salt and flowers. Spring sunlight poured through the windows and made long, lazy shadows stretch across the floor. But Leo’s shadow was different.
At school, it copied the teacher in silly ways. It pulled funny faces behind Millie during math. At lunchtime, it pretended to eat her sandwich.
“Your shadow is weird,” Millie whispered.
“I know,” Leo groaned. “It won’t stop!”
He tried everything—standing still, covering windows, even hiding in the dark. But his shadow kept moving on its own.
One evening, during a glowing sunset, Leo lost his temper.
“Why are you acting like this?!” he shouted. “You’re supposed to follow me—not embarrass me!”
His shadow froze… and pointed toward the attic.
The attic was dusty and full of spider webs. Leo hadn’t been there since his parents left on their research trip last year. The shadow pulled him toward an old box.
Inside were photos, notebooks, and a letter from his dad. It said:
“If your shadow begins to act on its own, don’t be afraid. Shadows show what’s inside us. Be patient. Be kind.”
Leo looked at his shadow. It seemed… lonely.
That night, Leo didn’t hide from it. He played music. He danced. He drew pictures in the candlelight, and his shadow followed joyfully.
From then on, the shadow behaved. Not because it had to—because it wanted to.
Now, Leo walks to school with a shadow that’s a little cheeky, but kind. They laugh, run, and sometimes dance on the hill where the sunset turns the world gold.
And if you ever see a shadow wave at you… it might just be Leo’s.
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Varoon – WEEK 1
My work is attached below.
HW scholary
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Anastasia Peng – WEEK 1
One day, Mark, a 12-year-old-kid, was waking up from a wonderful sleep at dawn. He got up from his bed and did some stretches. He watched out into the fresh morning sun and suddenly a thought crossed his mind. The sun caused shadows, and when he thought of that, it led him to more thoughts. That happened until he thought about his shadow. He was bored because hadn’t done anything fun for seven months! He did something crazy – he said hi to his own shadow! But what he did was as normal as breathing in air compared to what happened next. His shadow waved back at him! Mark thought he was going crazy. Suddenly he thought of his favourite comic book, and thought the shadow was about to open up the ground! So, he quickly stepped back and looked away. But then he realised it was just a shadow. So, he got ready to do his homework, and then realised his shadow stayed where it was! It didn’t even follow him! Mark was as shocked as electricity. Suddenly, the shadow moved around the room, and then a speech bubble popped up next to it! The speech bubble read: Your parents are calling you for breakfast. Mark ripped the door of its hinges and ran straight out of his bedroom. Could Mum know about this enigmatic shadow? considered Mark. Maybe I should just forget this mystery. After all, all the shadow was trying to do was tell me it was time for breakfast! All that effort for nothing….
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AryanR – WEEK 1
The Shadow’s Secret
The morning light stretched across Ezra’s bedroom floor in long streaks, promising another ordinary day. He swung his legs over the side of his bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and caught a glimpse of his shadow on the wall—except, it wasn’t quite right.
It was supposed to move with him, but there was a delay. A fraction of a second where it hesitated, as though considering its next step before following through.
Ezra frowned. Strange. He stood and stretched, watching as the shadow lagged behind, mimicking his movements only after he had completed them. When he reached for his toothbrush, the shadow’s arm stayed limp at its side before jerking up abruptly.
Maybe he was just tired.
Throughout the day, the unsettling anomaly persisted. His shadow hesitated at his feet, watching him rather than obeying him. And then, sometime after lunch, it did something no shadow should be able to do—it reached for something.
Not in response to Ezra’s own movement. No. His shadow lifted its hand toward an apple on his desk.
Ezra froze. His heart thumped like a drum in his chest.
The shadow’s fingers brushed the fruit.
And the apple rolled.
Panic surged through Ezra like a bolt of electricity, but it was mixed with something else—curiosity. He leaned closer, staring down at the silhouette.
And then, it moved again.
Slowly, deliberately, the shadow waved at him.
Ezra swallowed.
“Uh. Hi?” he whispered.
The shadow raised a single finger to where its lips would be, if it had a mouth.
Shhh.
Ezra exhaled shakily. This wasn’t just some weird trick of the light. His shadow was trying to tell him something.
But what?
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rainie-jiangoutlook-com – WEEK 1
Cold and luminous, a strange figure towered over Luna, sending shivers down her spine as it crept closer and closer to her. A chilling hand grasped onto her shoulder, its long, bony figures pressing into her smooth, delicate skin. “AH!” Gasped Luna. Her jaw dropped. “Wait a second…,” thought the 12 year old, “surely something just brushed me, whatever,” she sighed, continuing her walk to school, as if nothing had ever happened. But little did she know, everything was not fine and soon she’d be in big trouble.
At lunch, however, Luna noticed that as she was casually playing under the merciless sun, her shadow was nowhere to be seen. The scorching rays were definitely burning her back, but the light would not cast a shadow. Trembling, Luna blinked her eyes, surely she was just imagining it, right? Yet even after resetting her mind and blocking all the craziness out, nothing followed her on the ground. Luna, being the bright girl that she was, knew that she was in major trouble, and something had to happen urgently.
DING! Usually, this sound was the moment that Luna was free to run home. But without her shadow, the girl knew she had to find a solution.
As Luna trudged through piles of books, the sweet, soothing aroma of biscuits and tea wafted up her nostrils. She felt the temptation to sit down in a rickety chair and have a snack, but she resisted the urge. “AHA!” Whispered Luna running through to the shadows aisle, “what is a shadow?” “Why do I have a shadow?” Nothing. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Luna glimpsed the book, “why isn’t my shadow following me?”
“In states of being overworked, a shadow may ditch its owner entirely. It is important to know that once relaxed the shadow will go back to its true owner.”
From that day onwards, Luna started to accept the fact that shadows were living creatures, just like humans. Even if her friends didn’t believe her and overworked their shadows, Luna treated hers as a friend, not as a servant. Her shadow never left her again.
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Tricia Yi – WEEK 1
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The Black Spot
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b34fdream – WEEK 1
It took me a bit too long to submit sorry
Week 1, Year 5 2025 Scholarly homework
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