Write 250 words for each story starter using the plots framework outlined in the slides:
1. She felt the ridges of the map she was carving and wondered if the storms below still whispered secrets to those who dared listen.
2. In the soft glow of the alien sunset, the crowd gasped at the intricate sculpture, unaware it was created by the one thing they feared most.
Interview Questions (100 words each)
1. How has your family shaped the way you approach challenges in life? Can you give a specific example?
2. What is one tradition or habit in your family that you cherish the most, and why?
3. Who in your family inspires you the most, and what lessons have you learned from them?
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In the soft glow of the alien sunset, the crowd gasped at the intricate sculpture, unaware that it was created by the thing they feared most—the Kaldera. The Kaldera was an ancient form of wolf-like species but walked upright like humans. In recent years, the dark lord Mograth has been training the kalderas to hunt King Duncan. The Ranger Corps have intercepted many of these animals and say they are immune to anything but fire. During the latest battle at Hackem Heath, Morgrath used many against the royal army. The losses were devastating for the royal army. Over 500 men lay dead among the 7 Kaldera from the bloody hand-to-hand fighting.
The dark lord didn’t care about his defeats. The beasts were no more than a killer device. Arazan, a faithful follower, has trained a new species of semi-human beasts called Wargles. Over the years, her reign over them would become near-perfect. They had one blind patch, horses. The kingdom’s heavy cavalry has many recruits. With this, the heavy cavalry can split into three wedges. When the first squad strikes, the second squad stands ready. When the first squad retreats, the second squad strikes. When the second squad retreats, the third squad strikes. When the third squad retreats, the heavy infantry is taken in to finish the bloody hand-to-hand fighting with support from the light cavalry. The plan was in action at Ashdown Cut. The royal army won a suppressing victory, forcing the dark lord back into his unforbidding mountains.
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1. How has your family shaped the way you approach challenges in life? Can you give a specific example?
My family has taught me to be determined to succeed and to persevere even when the situation seems unfathomable. My family as also taught me the value of persistence through experiences of overcoming hardships together—whether it’s sticking together during tough times or supporting one another through personal losses. For instance, one time while I was doing a hard Scholarly question to solve with no time limit, and I was stuck, my dad was by my side, telling me to think of the question until I got it right. Another thing they have taught me is to improve from my mistakes. A few years ago, I got a school report that wasn’t that satisfactory, I could see my parents were annoyed, but they didn’t say it. Instead, they told me to read the whole report and just let the guilt remind me to do better next time.
2. What is one tradition or habit in your family that you cherish the most, and why?
I cherish the fact that my family has an academic background. My mother and my father both graduated from prestigious universities and my grandparents are successful businessmen and use their academic prowess to lead them through tough times. The reason I learn to cherish this is because without the constant reminder that you need to get on with your homework and their support in going through my wrong questions, I would not be in this position today. Even though, I have got into Artarmon OC already, they still pressure me to improve and get better results. Without my family’s academia prowess, I would be in the position I am today.
3. Who in your family inspires you the most, and what lessons have you learned from them?
Both of my parents inspire me. Through my father’s serious dedication to get a job done and my mother’s constant support, they inspire me to become a greater person than I am now. From my father, I have not to not give up until I can’t solve or do it. For example, I was trying to the new shelf they my family had just brought. Both my mother and my father were busy, so I took the opportunity to build it myself. I worked for almost 2 hours, with a ten minute break in the middle. In the meantime, my father encouraged me to work harder and he said the joy of accomplishment would outweigh the rigour and effort I put into making the self.
My mother has also inspired me a lot. What I learnt from her is that you can’t make any progress until you fix your failures. Every night, she takes time out of her schedule to review the wrong questions I got during any test. Doing this made me greatly improve and patch up my mistakes, and telling myself that I won’t make the same mistakes again. I have both learnt lessons from my mother and father and they inspire me to become a greater person than I am now.
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My family taught me to approach challenges from different angles. I remember struggling with a tough algebra problem, trying the same method repeatedly without success. My mom suggested I step back and think about it like I was explaining it to someone else. That shift in perspective helped me break it down and solve it. It showed me that sometimes the solution lies in seeing things differently, not just pushing or thinking harder.
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1. Maren and the Storm’s Promise
She traced the raised edges of the map with trembling fingers, the brass plate cool against her skin. Each ridge she carved felt like a question, echoing the restless storms below. Did the Tempest Plains still whisper their secrets to anyone brave—or foolish—enough to listen?
Maren’s hands faltered for just a moment as she etched the final line, her lantern flickering to cast fleeting shadows over the delicate labyrinth of peaks and chasms. Below, the Tempest Plains raged on—a merciless expanse of lightning and fury that had swallowed the Earth’s surface long ago. Above, the Skyward Arcs hovered in safety, shielding what was left of humanity. Yet the storms’ murmurs persisted, carried in half-forgotten stories by the few who dared descend. Most never returned.
Her mother was one of them. A storm chaser, driven by an unshakable belief that the Tempest Plains held the key to Earth’s healing, she had vanished five years earlier. Maren had spent every day since chasing fragments of her legacy—tattered journals, indecipherable maps, and whispered rumors. Now, as the final coordinates were etched into brass, Maren realized her task had never been about maps or memory. This was a promise. A vow to follow where her mother had gone.
The hum of the storm below seemed almost alive, a low, hypnotic melody that tugged at her resolve. It wasn’t just noise. It was language—crackling, electric words that hinted at truths buried beneath centuries of ruin. Tomorrow, she would descend alone in the Skyglider, plunging into the chaos that had consumed her mother. Whether the storm would reveal its secrets or claim her, as it had claimed so many, she didn’t know. But Maren was ready to listen.
2. Beauty in Fear
The alien sunset bathed the plaza in violet and gold, its light catching on the sculpture’s surface like fire trapped in stone. The crowd stood frozen, their gasps breaking the silence as they took it in. The sculpture—a spiraling column of shimmering, iridescent stone—seemed too intricate, too perfect, to be the work of human hands. And that, of course, was the truth they weren’t ready to face.
From the shadows, Tess watched, her pulse quickening as awe began to ripple through the crowd. They didn’t know what she knew. For months, she had worked alongside the Nokar—an alien species humanity feared instinctively. Their towering, insect-like forms and chittering language made them easy to dismiss as monstrous, unintelligent, dangerous. But Tess had seen past the fear. Beneath their exoskeletons were minds capable of extraordinary creativity. The sculpture standing before the crowd was proof.
Hidden in the cavernous space beneath the plaza, the Nokar artist had worked tirelessly, guided by Tess. She had smuggled materials and ideas between their worlds, piecing together a fragile collaboration. The sculpture told a story of unity—its spiraling design symbolizing two civilizations interwoven. But Tess knew the crowd wasn’t ready for the truth. Fear would smother wonder the moment they learned who had crafted the piece. Tensions were already high; whispers of Nokar spies and sabotage had stoked panic.
As the crowd erupted into applause, Tess exhaled, her relief tinged with unease. The Nokar’s message was clear, etched in stone for all to see. But humanity wasn’t ready to listen. For now, the secret was safe. The question was how long beauty could outshine fear.
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**She felt the ridges of the map she was carving and wondered if the storms below still whispered secrets to those who dared listen.**
She felt the ridges of the map she was carving and wondered if the storms below still whispered secrets to those who dared listen. Dead ahead of the newest vessel in the fleet stood the storm. It descended with an unsettling ferocity, a towering maelstrom of roiling, ink-black clouds that swallowed the sky. The wind, savage and unrelenting, screamed through the landscape, uprooting branches and hurling debris like toys in the hands of an angry child. The rain fell in torrential sheets, a relentless barrage that hammered everything in its path, turning the earth to mud and blurring the horizon into a smear of darkness. This was the Tempus Storm.
Every twelve years, the elusive storm would appear, and yet the location was very unpredictable, it would catch everyone off guard. Eventually, Anna would be here to witness what it had to offer. It was called the Tempus Storm, meaning time. The story was that in the eye of the storm, there was a small vortex, capable of taking only one person into the past. Once the person jumped in, the storm would stop; otherwise, it would continue rampaging across the continent. It was more like a sacrifice than an adventure, Anna grimly thought to herself. Now the storm was almost upon her.
**Crash!** Suddenly the boat lurched to the side, exposing a hole in the bottom. She had hit a rock. It was a glancing blow, but still a deadly one. The ship was engineered so that a if the hull was punctured, the water would only fill up a small compartment. Torrents of water poured in, and suddenly, the boat lurched to the side. She desperately clung to the mast to avoid falling overboard. If she didn’t make it to the eye of the storm, the whole continent would be doomed.
Her boat was barely holding itself together, like a piece of wet bread. The wind thrashed and howled, spraying the entire boat with waves of water. Anna was getting closer to the eye and she could see it – a small circle hovering over calm waves. She jumped.
**In the soft glow of the alien sunset, the crowd gasped at the intricate sculpture, unaware it was created by the one thing they feared most.**
In the soft glow of the alien sunset, the crowd gasped at the intricate sculpture, unaware it was created by the one thing they feared most. The statue, in fact, was brilliant. It had dragons twisted from molten gold, towering above an intricate castle, the Alaby. Emily stood in the square, for after all, the figure was hers – a labour of love shaped in secrecy over countless nights in the obsidian caves beyond the settlement’s borders. She had used forbidden tech – an ancient Delucian device capable of transforming matter with exquisite precision, guided by the emotions of its wielder. Every night she would gaze up at the pearlescent moon and wish she were like everyone else. She was the last of her kind, and was feared and hated throughout the lands. Her race looked almost identical to humans but had oily green skin. If she needed to go to the settlement, she would have to put on enough makeup to look like the others.
But one day, while she was in her cave, the police walked past, found the detailed statue, and claimed it as their own. The statue was almost finished and still needed the finishing touches, but to the untrained eye of a human, it looked perfect. The townspeople would pay lots of money just to get a glance at such a castle.
The humans had no idea what it was about, nor that it was made by a Delucian device. The castle was where Emily’s race’s Emperor lived, and the dragons were his servants. Delucian methods were hated throughout the lands, and so were the people. The device had the capability for humans to experience the emotions Emily was feeling while making the sculpture, and this was hope.
To Emily, the sculpture seemed alive, as it pulsed with an energetic glow. It had not been secured, which was the final step to finishing the sculpture – containing it from unleashing all emotion. Emily was to witness it all, so the humans could experience desperation, depression, and agony. Tonight, the humans would change forever.
**How has your family shaped the way you approach challenges in life? Can you give a specific example?**
My family has taught me to be determined to succeed and to persevere, even when the situation seems unfathomable. My great-grandmother demonstrated this when she persevered through World War II and always told me never to give up. My parents have taught me to support one another, and that teamwork makes the dream work. They also believe that we should always learn from our mistakes, as this is the best way to improve. I remember once I received an unsatisfactory school report. My parents got angry and made me practice the things I didn’t excel at over and over again.
**What is one tradition or habit in your family that you cherish the most, and why?**
A family tradition I cherish is always being careful and cautious. This may sound like a negative thing, but it is very useful, especially in helping to avoid unnecessary mistakes or accidents. My family always takes the time to think things through and make sure we are making informed decisions. Whether it was something small, like making sure all the doors were locked before leaving the house, or something bigger, like not living in a high fire risk area, being surrounded by people who are cautious also helps academically. Being careful in writing helps pick up on mistakes many would have missed, and just checking over work in general.
**Who in your family inspires you the most, and what lessons have you learned from them?**
My great-grandmother inspires me the most for her perseverance and hard work. She was a survivor of World War II and showed great perseverance during her time in concentration camps. She taught me never to give up and always keep trying. Another important lesson I learned from her is to always work hard. After the war, she had to move to Australia and leave everything behind. She started a new life here with an optimistic attitude and always kept a smile on her face, even during the hardest times.
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The untold tales:
Sophie felt the smooth angular lines of the ancient map. Looking ahead to make sure she was on the right location. Her fingers grooving onto the soft dull parchment marked with unseen sights to behold. Beneath the stone she was standing on was the city of Camelot; home to the legend of King Arthur and the Round Table. For countless nights, she laid struggling to sleep turning and tossing with a billion thoughts swerving into her vulnerable mind. Last night, the god had spoken to her. Her thoughts and ideas coming true. With each turning toss and turn, wondrous possibilities were planned. Each deciding a different fate upon her. They spoke of ancient whispers. Untold stories, and chaotic schemes of those foolish enough to dare try. However, last night, the storms had spoken about something far too ancient for her to comprehend, a strange force that could stop the legends slow decay. For centuries, the storms have been chaos and disruption; unleashing rage and disorder among the population. Nevertheless, Sophie felt this was too urgent to be a allusion and too vague to be decipherable into smaller sections. All she was left with was a open map filled with the whole town of Camelot.
The storm had warned her of the peril and dangers involved. The dark orders will never stop preventing the discovery of the truth. However, Sophie was different. She was born on the day of disorder; the most dangerous day in history, the day the dark orders began. They rampage houses listening to the gods of King Arthur destroying every single piece of monuments built for the Round Table. They destroyed absolutely everything. All that was left was the old elephant skin map. The only key to success layer in Sophie’s hands. She could not afford to fail. With a final breath of confidence, she entered the dark sewer-like cave.
The Alien Artist
People marvelled at the sculptures under the perfect Tahawky twin moons. The precious stones seemed to shine with its own life; gleaming under the harvest moons, their angular lines making peculiar patterns onto the soft terrestrial earth. No one knew who had made such a intricate sculpture. The settlers whispered rumours from rogue artists to divine intervention.
In the shadows of the marketplace, Kian watched from the sides, holding her breath. Marvelling her own perfectly carved replicates of the ancient Chinese art on the moon. The figures were her own, a labour of countless nights hidden from plain sight of the village. They were created with forbidden Tahawky technology – and ancient technique turning every crystal into precious works of art guiding emotions with the user. The settlers had banned this technique – stating they pollute and harm one users identity. To them, Tahawky’s were menaces, their culture purged and gradually disappeared; Kian was the last of his kind. His people had once used these techniques to celebrate harmony and unity with nature. Identity of oneself was an important aspect in Tahawky culture. Its purpose was never meant for harm but she knew the settlers would never put it that way.
As rumours grew louder, a masked figure stepped forward slowly shivering his had towards the top of the sculpture. The faint sacred mark of the Tahawky. Gasps and faces of horror appeared rippled through the crowd like a stone thrown into a pond, its ripples spreading everywhere.
“Who made this?” an angry voice demanded.
Kian was the only one who knew the truth. Should he uncover his identity and claim his heritage only to be mocked by the settlers and banished forever or disappear into shadows the truth lost forever?
How has your family shaped the way you approach challenges in life? Can you give a specific example?
My family has taught me to find ways around things and their is always more than one solution or viewpoint. They have shown me different things are meant for different people to understand different purposes. For example, when I was younger I always believed in the news. Everything I heard I trusted. However, my family taught me not just to infect my own view points into what others say, but also try to find if other possible situations are possible especially during an era heavily relied on social media, misinformation is common. My family not only taught me how to combat misinformation but also try to understand things my way and not get influenced by others.
What is one tradition or habit in your family that you cherish the most, and why?
Every Sunday, me and my family take part in a community service. This service not only connects us with our neighbours, but provides a chance to feed not only the homeless but people in need of food. This is more than just a routine; it’s a way to reinforce our humility, service of selfless and compassion. Each service is a new opportunity to discover who we are and learn more about the world around us. This tradition not just strengthens bonds with spiritual roots, but also for the greater good of our community installing a sense of purpose and fulfilment in all of us.
Who in your family inspires you the most, and what lessons have you learned from them?
My mum inspires me the most with her unwavering optimism and delightful motivation. Even though if things aren’t going her way, she always seems to find a way to encourage and motivate herself. Her thinking attitude is simple: “Everyday is a knew one filled with different opportunities.” Even when I got rejected from co-curricular and programs such as the basketball team, she always used that as an opportunity to grow. That sort of mindset and attitude helped me to reset and keep striving towards my goals. From my mum, I learnt that even if you don’t succeed the first time, you can always do grow and succeed later – it’s not always about succeeding the first time, but never giving up.
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Write 250 words for each story starter using the plots framework outlined in the slides:
1. She felt the ridges of the map she was carving and wondered if the storms below still whispered secrets to those who dared listen.
Chloe carefully examined the map, her slender fingers brushing over the yellowed gentle coarse paper softly. She tried to read the carefully written words but the serpentine scheming lines made no sense for her. Along the bottom of the page there was a line of thunderbolts running along it. She had found the paper in a bottle on the nearby seashore and she now watched the waves lap up the sand greedily. Chloe was wondering if she could find someone who could translate or decode whatever the strange map said. Suddenly someone came to mind, her best friend Alice.
When Chloe arrived at Alice’s house, she was there to greet her at the door. Chloe showed her the map and asked her if she understood what it said. Alice knew at least five different languages, so Chloe believed that she had the best chance of anyone to understand what the map said. Alice said that she did understand what the map said and that the title read ‘Map Of The Way To The Land Where The Storms Speak’. Alice pronounced all the different locations that the map showed carefully along with the last location. Alice gave her thoughts that the island did not really exist but should, according to the map, be just a few hundred metres out form the shore. Jokingly, Alice said that Chloe should take a boat and find it. Except, Alice knew how inquisitive Chloe always was so she told her that she would research the topic of the map for her. Chloe suddenly realised that she did want to find it, but even if she did, how would she get there?
Chloe walked back to her house completely immersed in her own thoughts. She was pondering how she could get to the island and prove that it was real. Chloe ate her dinner thinking of a solution to her problem and her mother became quite worried that she was sick or unwell. When she went to bed, Chloe tossed and turned for hours before she could sleep. Just as she was slipping back into the comforting blanket of sleep, she had an idea of how to get to the island.
When Chloe woke up in the morning, she still remembered her idea from last night. She slowly formed a risky but plausible plan as she got ready for the day. By the time she finished breakfast she was ready to put the plan into action. She found Bill Majil in his backyard and Chloe asked if she could borrow his boat. Reluctantly he agreed and Chloe raced off to the beach once more. She quickly untied the rope tying the boat to the dock and jumped on. She used the paddles to row out to the sea. Relentlessly, Chloe kept on rowing until she had nearly ran out of sight of the shore. Suddenly her phone started buzzing interrupting the serene silence, almost making Chloe jump. It was a call from Alice,”hi”. “Chloe do not try to find the island. My research told me the map is one of the hundreds that were made a century ago when the rumor of the island was going around. So just try to find it because it is also about to have a thunderstorm”. Just as she said the last word, Chloe realised that she had lost sight of the land and that the whole sea around her looked exactly the same.
Chloe tried to start paddling in the direction where she believed she had come from but her arms complained in exhaustion. To make things worse, lightning struck around a hundred metres from her and it started to pour. Chloe had no idea where she was now and her heart pounded in fear and apprehension. Suddenly a call sounded from her left, she looked over and found Bill with his father in their second boat paddling rapidly over to her. They tied her boat to theirs and then started the journey back to the shore. When they got back on land, Chloe found her mother at the house in a state of great distress. When her mother found her she looked as if someone had just wrapped a warm blanket around her. Then Chloe’s mother made her promise that she would never go out to see in the middle of a storm alone for no reason again, and Chloe knew she never would.
2. In the soft glow of the alien sunset, the crowd gasped at the intricate sculpture, unaware it was created by the one thing they feared most.
Everyone was so amazed by the sculpture that there was a large period of silence for a few minutes and then finally they started to clear away as a new crowd poured in. The guards ushered people in and out of the room and every few seconds there would be an amazed gasp. Jack had been watching the sculpture for a few minutes now but he could feel and almost sense the foreignity in the sculpture. It depicted a man chasing a dog in a park but all the surroundings were matched so perfectly that there seemed to be some kind of perfection that would have seemed unachievable by a human.
Jack was extremely inquisitive about this piece of art so he strode over to one of the guards and asked who had made the sculpture. Jack decided that once he found the creator of the art piece then he would try to find other artworks and make other artworks inspired by his or hers. The guard told him that he did not know and told him to go to find the book at the front of the art exhibition which listed every piece of art that had been or was currently inside. So Jack walked back to the entrance and found the book. He had to search through the book for five whole minutes just to find the sculpture. It turned out that the name of the sculpture was, ‘harmony’. Except the credit for the creator was anonymous. This was incredibly unusual because Jack knew that, to register their own art piece in, the creator had to list their name and details on a special book. So how could the art piece be anonymous?
Jack was not deterred from his determination to find out who had made the sculpture even though it was not on the display book. He decided to try and find someone who might know more about the sculpture. He pondered on this topic for some time and then eventually he realised and obvious answer. Of course, why did he not think of it! He should just ask the people at the register to get into the art exhibition. So he walked over and casually asked a very queer looking man at the front if he knew who had created the sculpture named ‘harmony’. Suspiciously he walked over to the back counter and scrolled through the records of the art exhibition. He did this for a few minutes and then he abashedly said out loud to Jack that the artwork seemed to have been made by an alien. As soon as the cursed words came out of his mouth something emerged behind him and strangled him. Jack looked over alarmedly and saw something with coarse blue skin, malevolent red eyes of fire and eerie green hair. Suddenly Jack knew what it was, the alien. After strangling the man the alien was now looking aggressively at Jack!
Jack tried to run as fast as he could but the alien seemed to have inhumane speed and in moments the alien was next to him. Jack let out a yelp as the alien tried to grab him but missed by centimetres. Jack decided that running would not help him and instead started to slow down. The alien started to circle Jack like a cat prowling around a mouse. At any second the alien could leap out at him and Jack would have no time to react or run. Jack felt sweat beads sliding down the side of his head. What could he do? At that moment the alien stiffened. It reared back like a cat ready to pounce. Jack closed his eyes. He heard the alien’s feet leave the ground. Except after a few seconds he still felt nothing. Slowly and apprehensively, Jack opened his eyes. He saw the alien levitating in front of him and above him was the strangest vehicle Jack had ever seen. It was a floating rectangular box, had neon green stripes along the sides and had sharp edges protruding from the back of the vehicle. Suddenly the alien started to disappear and then the vehicle started to fly away as well. Jack let out a deep sigh of relief. He would never be able to tell anyone of his adventure that had occurred today.
Interview Questions (100 words each)
1. How has your family shaped the way you approach challenges in life? Can you give a specific example?
My family has shaped the way I approach challenges in life in a vast array of ways. One way is that I come prepared whenever I can for the challenge. This means that I will not be completely surprised and have almost no way to solve the challenge. Another way my family has changed the way I approach challenges in life is that I should give a small reaction to a small challenge and a big reaction to a big challenge. This is because if the challenge is only a small one then I should not overreact and get really upset and stressed, similarly if the challenge is a large one then I should not just ignore it but try to solve it. One time I faced a challenge was when at school someone was always trying to annoy me. Everyday I came back from school really upset and angry. Then my parents told me that this challenge was only a small one and that I should not be overreacting because of it. Then the next day I went back to school and just ignored the classmate and eventually he stopped after getting no reaction from me.
2. What is one tradition or habit in your family that you cherish the most, and why?
The one tradition in my family that I cherish the most is when my whole family gathers together on special occasions to go somewhere and eat. This is very special to me because this gives me a chance to catch up with my grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins. I only seldom get to see them so when I do I really enjoy it. In my opinion, talking to my family while eating delicious food is one of the best things that you can do in your life. This is why it is the tradition in my family that I cherish the most.
3. Who in your family inspires you the most, and what lessons have you learned from them?
The person in my family that inspires me the most is my grandma and I have learnt many different lessons from her. One of these is of course that practise makes perfect. This is important because if you want to achieve or get good something you almost always need to practise to do so. Another lesson that I learnt from my grandma is that lying is not okay. I had been eating many chocolates even though she told me not to and I lied when she asked if I had had any. She told me that this is important because if you lie too much in your life then it will begin to become a habitual thing and you should always be truthful anyway because it is right.
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How has your family shaped the way you approach challenges in life? Can you give a specific example?
My family have definitely make me see the world in other ways for example I was talking to my friend and suddenly tripped on my shoes and I was about to fall until my sister caught me in time she then taught me the value of being kind to people when there struggling as even if me and my sister were arguing and fighting you still have your duty to be kind to people my family have always been there to me and have shown me the way of kindness and I strive to do that everyday.
What is one tradition or habit in your family that you cherish the most, and why?
I cherish going to India every year because when i was a young child in kindergarten I had my first trip to India to visit my grandparents it was a very happy reunion and was happy to see all my relatives and since then I’ve kept on coming back I just love going there because i can experience my culture truly and wherever i go i am treated like a local and just going back to my roots is awesome and that’s why i cherish it so much.
Who in your family inspires you the most, and what lessons have you learned from them?
For me it doesn’t matter who is the most inspiring because my whole family is there is not one person that is the best for example my mum teaches me to be resilient and kind my dad teaches me how to be strong in tough times and my sister taught me how to fun and cool so the awnser is no one but my whole family is inspiring and I hope to be like them too.
She felt the ridges of the map she was carving and wondered if the storms below still whispered secrets to those who dared listen.
She felt the ridges of the map she was carving and wondered if the storms below still whispered secrets to those who dared listen. Her whole life had led to this moment being betrayed for one secret losing her job, her life, and now her sanity as she was on this discovery she had realised that she was all in a simulation traveling across the world just to see it her consciousness is gone and something else has taken control her brain under water gasping for air the secret she wasn’t supposed to know.
Sunlight hit her eyes as she awoke to see that the sunlight was artificial
“What happened?” Her memories rushed back to her like a scared child running away from the dark her senses came to full “I was in the ancient city of New York what happened?”
She was on a sunny farm surrounded by grain and a blue sky the sun was just rising and her head was hurt she didn’t know what was she doing there but then suddenly remembered she was sucked into a green portal and came here she needed to know why she was brought here.
She strolled around across the endless field until she felt something other that dirt and grain she felt a button, She was aroused by curiosity and pressed it suddenly she was taken to world like never she had seen it was the real world…
In the soft glow of the alien sunset, the crowd gasped at the intricate sculpture, unaware it was created by the one thing they feared most.
A normal day before now struck by intrigue the one most powerful being in the multiverse came to here? A dirt ridding poor farm in Azlenkis?
Crowds gathered murmuring chattering wondering what was happening suddenly a giant ball of fire appeared it was him.
A tall man burning with the fires forged in Zorengo appeared and approached me why me of everyone? the crown dispersed leaving just me.
“You come with me”
“Me? are are you sure?”
“Yes come with me”
I slowly approached the strongest man in the multiverse scared on what was happening.
“You seem fit to work as a sweeper on my space ship.
“OK”
Suddenly I was transported to a massive mansion that couldn’t be a spaceship.
“Just sweep but don’t go into my room or else”
“Ok”
I then swept the floor until a red light suddenly beeped from his room
I then walked up because it was disturbing me then the door opened there I saw that he was stacking up illegal money and it would ruin his reputation.
Suddenly he appeared angry ready to fight…
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In the soft glow of the alien sunset, the crowd gasped at the intricate sculpture, unaware it was created by the one thing they feared the most, the Shadow. The Shadow was something so malevolent people could not bear to describe it, as it seemed to not have a corporeal form. The only thing most people could see were the crimson red eyes set within the bulging mass of dark and oily flame, the gaping maw set near the bottom, a bottomless pit of pure evil. People feared the Shadow as it had many allies and held much power, commanding monstrous beings and other otherworldly monsters. A war between the Shadow and the reigning monarch had been raging for years, thousands of losses endured on both sides. The people of the town, however, did not know this intricate statue has been made by the Shadow as they happily brought the carving back to town whilst merrily singing songs. As the people admired the statue while partying all night long, someone, or something, had activated the hidden mechanism Suddenly, the statue began to slowly unravel as the townspeople stared in shocked silence. Waxy, serpentine tendrils slipped out of the carving reaching outwards like hungry snakes as a grinding sound continued to get louder, drowning out the terrified screams of the children. The statue abruptly opened with a clank, revealing the monstrosities hidden within. A grotesque, purple pulsating thing lay inside, thumping while shedding oily masses of dark power that hungrily reached out to the people, hungry. After this, the full records were not known as only one person survived, yet he seemed to have the life leached from him as he lay down, muttering under his breath. Whatever the thing was, it could not be good.
She felt the ridges of the map she was carving and wondered if the storms below still whispered secrets to those who dared listen. Rain slammed down upon the fleet of ships as thunder roared and growled, flashing occasional streaks of lightning across the sky, illuminating the storm clouds. They had arrived. This storm was called the Tempest Eye, and for a good reason. This storm was the most violent storm in all of history, because every single ship that had gone in, had, well, never come out. What was worse, the shipwrecks and bodies were never found, their possessions supposedly vanished, gone. However, a ancient legend said in the eye of the storm lay a paradise of riches and jewels, a haven of money and gold, but the most valuable item there was the amulet that could grant a single wish, a wish that only those who found it could use. Anna clutched the map tightly. If anyone was going to find the paradise, it was her. Suddenly, the winds picked up and began to roar at the boats, its claws ripping people off the decks and plunging them into the sea. This was the Beast of the Storm, the guardian of the supposed paradise within the raging vortex. Lightning streaked out of the sky striking boats, setting the wooden structure alight, the smell of smoke and ash in the air. Water rose and fell, attacking the sides of the boats, attempting to capsize the sailing ships. Who survived? Only Anna did.
How has your family shaped the way you approach challenges in life? Can you give a specific example?
My family has shaped the way I approach ways in life by guiding me. My dad often tells me to approach challenges confidently, always making sure I understand what it is about before doing something about it. My mum also tells me to approach challenges carefully and making sure I don’t make mistakes and mess up. My parents have supported me a lot and I used to approach challenges in a way that was not very reliable, but they helped me understand how to face challenges in life.
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She felt the ridges of the map she was carving and wondered if the storms below still whispered secrets to those who dared listen. Like the unflinching woman who had been curious and hopeful just a few days ago. No, she had already fallen to the mysteries of ‘Tempest’, and it would not happen to any other being of her dying race. The ‘Lupans’. And so, she stayed in the cave, carving her map, vowing and ensuring nobody would experience the same pain and hardship as she did, when everything she knew would eventually vanish.
Carol had only wanted to win the war that had raged the world for 100 years. It was against their sworn enemies the spoilt ‘Fortans’. Whilst also battling hardship and meagre supplies. But then all her dreams had been wrecked when she took on wrong turn through the ‘Storms Testimony’, and now her memory had already started fading. Fading into oblivion.
Subconsciously, she realised the fire burning out, so she dropped the map and went to the back of her cave where the firewood storage was. White. Plain light exploding in front of her eyes blinding her. consuming her. Then the light receded, and an entire layer of pain was coated, it was searing like a throb inside her brain but multiplied so much that it was unbearable. Carol sank to the floor as her knees buckled and entire body turned limp. What was happening? And why? She couldn’t think. All of a sudden. Darkness.
In the soft glow of the alien sunset, the crowd gasped at the intricate sculpture, unaware it was created by the one thing they feared most. The ‘Ghosts Of Revenge’, every soul from the underworld whom had escaped in the siege last year. These spirits were built from hatred, carved with venom, polished with a sprinkle of death. They wanted to punish all living beings for sending them to torture in hell. They cannot be seen unless they wanted to be. Can be mistaken as a normal human when disguised. And after they’ve made a killing the family or friends of the victim forget about them. However, they can be stopped. Their personality is very sophisticated and cold. So, if you go anywhere populated you have to do an emotion test. But these souls can just turn invisible.
So for the people of earth these creatures deadly and extremely dangerous. The past few years, they have been developing a weapon, that, once touched by a human frees their brethren into the world above.
Then, of course the crowd started to become inquisitive and one arrogant man had the wit to pick the sculpture up. As soon as it made contact, there was a silence like everything in time had just stopped and become silent. Then, a light whistle started blowing. And full chaos, shrieking and screaming from all around a strong wind blowing. Then quiet again everything almost traumatised. Then the unimaginable happened. People started falling, eyes rolled back empty.
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Wk3 writing homework scholarship the final sprint – In the soft glow of the alien sunset, the crowd gasped at the intricate sculpture, unaware it was created by the one thing they feared most.
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I Kinda Forgot to Submit so Ya here it is anyways: How has your family shaped the way you approach challenges in life? Can you give a specific example?:
My family has deeply influenced the way I face challenges in life, showing me the importance of many characteristics such as resilience, honesty, patience, kindness, respect and problem-solving. These characteristics have greatly changed the way I look at things. For example, when I was young, I used to hate challenges and I treated them like they were a punishment. I remember my parents telling me that challenges need patience and resilience and that if I look at challenges as punishments I wouldn’t get anywhere. They told me to treat challenges in a positive and calm way and I will soon find it easier to work my way through them.
What is one tradition or habit in your family that you cherish the most, and why?:
The tradition I cherish the most with my family is the Mid Autumn Festival. This is due to the fact that my family is Chinese, but besides that the Mid Autumn Festival is a time where I can spend time with my friends and family, therefore building forever bonds and memories. And also, during the Mid Autumn Festival there are unique desserts that are made for this festival called moon cakes. I cherish this as I usually help in the process of making them and it brings our family together.
Who in your family inspires you the most, and what lessons have you learned from them:
Both my mum and dad have greatly influenced my life, teaching me valuable lessons and traits that will guide me in the future. From them, I’ve learned the importance of resilience, showing strength in the face of challenges, and kindness, always approaching others with empathy. They’ve also taught me the values of respectfulness, treating everyone with dignity, and honesty, always striving to be truthful. These lessons have shaped me into a better person, and I am deeply grateful for their wisdom and love, which continue to inspire me every day in all aspects of life.
She felt the ridges of the map she was carving and wondered if the storms below still whispered secrets to those who dared listen:
The wind whispered across the room, bringing in the rough scent of wood mingled with the taste of mystery. Lucy ran her hand across the map’s surface, feeling the rough texture of the piece of parchment, running her fingers in the shape of the land she was mapping—each ridge, each curve, a story she had yet to uncover. The paper, worn and fragile, felt alive under her touch, as though it was holding onto secrets it didn’t want to reveal too easily.
She paused over the coastline, tracing the jagged edges where the sea met the land. Something about it unsettled her, a twinge at the back of her mind as if the map itself was trying to communicate with her. The wind outside moaned against the house, a distant, eerie sound, but Lucy barely noticed. Her thoughts had drifted to the stories her grandmother used to tell her, tales of an ocean that whispered, of lands hidden in the mist, of secrets buried beneath the waves.
Her fingers stilled on the map, hovering over a place marked by a faint, almost imperceptible line. It was a place she had visited only once, but it felt familiar in a way that made her heart beat faster. Maybe it had a connection about her crew being the first to discover it. The storm outside raged on, and in that moment, Lucy felt a pull—a connection between the map, the land, and the restless sea. Was it possible that the map held more than just an unfinished new island drawing detail? The wind seemed to grow louder, urging her to listen. Something was waiting to be discovered, and Lucy felt sure the ocean was about to tell her what it was…
In the soft glow of the alien sunset, the crowd gasped at the intricate sculpture, unaware it was created by the one thing they feared most:
The thick forest, carrying the scent of sweet fruit mingled with the taste of mystery, while gathering all thThe wind whispered through the dead leaves sprawled out on the floor, carrying them in a swirling flurry. A soft rhythmic rustling sound filled the air as a hand, painted with white chalk, brushed away the large ferns. An aboriginal tribe emerged from the greenery, their faces adorned with chalk and their eyes sharp with purpose, as they stepped cautiously into the clearing and gasped with a mixture of unease and awe.
The tribe had wandered for days in the dense jungle guided by a sense that something was awaiting them in the middle of the jungle and they were magically right. Right in front of them rising from the earth like a sentinel, was a statue—tall, intricately carved, its weathered stone covered in strange symbols and markings. Its features, though worn by time, held a regal presence, something both familiar and utterly foreign to them.
They circled the statue, their voices quickly and quietly. The air seemed thick with the weight of something powerful, something beyond their understanding. To them, it was clear: this was no ordinary sculpture. The smooth, almost perfect quality of the stone suggested it had been created by hands beyond their own, and its presence filled the clearing with a charged energy. They believed it was a god—a divine being, sent to guide them or test them, little did they know that this very statue was created by something they feared most.