Week 4 Writing Homework
Prompt : Write a narrative that includes the following words: storm, forgotten, whisper.
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The clouds were low-hanging in this old farmhouse at the edge of the field. Inside, Anna was just doodling on a dusty window as she listened to the start of rain outside. The house was super old, full of stuff she’d forgotten, and secrets that felt like they were coming from the walls themselves. She came back after a long time, looking for something maybe forgotten, just feeling like she had something she needed to see and a feeling that the storm that was coming meant something.
The thunder started, and the rain grew heavier; Anna walked around the house. Lightning flashed, making shadows jump around the old photos and worn-out furniture. Every step she made seemed to bring back old memories of when she was a kid, good and bad mixed in somehow. She stopped at an old trunk: rusty lock but it opened with her touch. Inside were letters from her mom, written late at night, full of wants and hopes. The storm outside continued, but Anna was calm, somehow feeling that the house was trying to whisper something to her.
The wind was screaming as Anna finished reading the last letter. It was medicine to her ears, words felt good. When the storm finally subsided, there was complete silence and stillness. She went out, smelling the wet dirt. The farmhouse, sad and quiet before, felt lighter now, as if it finally took a deep breath. The old hurt was no longer there; she felt hopeful once again. Anna walked into the morning, forgotten whispers now heard.
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Storm, Forgotten and Whisper
The wind was churning violently, rattling the windows rapidly. It seemed as if the world itself was spinning along with the beat of the windows rattling. I ran and grabbed my raincoat. I was going to go and collect the medicine for my ill mother. I flew along with the wind, swiftly and elegantly. The first few steps seemed to be a dance of sorrow. I walked calmly to the chemist. I hunched over, feeling sorry for my mum. I thanked the employee and walked to the park for a quick drink. I approached the water fountain and got a quick drink.
Then… BASH! A lightening struck with a deafening thunderclap. A storm was brewing up the city. I had an idea to race the storm back home. I loved challenges, and nobody or nothing could beat me too easily. Then I ran as fast as a cheetah. I sprinted. I bolted. It was a big race that arose. I wanted to get home before my mum starts worrying about me.
Halfway down the road track, the branches of the trees fell off the trunk. It blocked my pathway. I jumped up and down the branches, worrying that I won’t be able to make it home without me and the medicine soaking wet. Then another CRACK scared me. I then got up to my feet and started running again. By the time I came home, I was soaked in cold water. My dad friendly welcomed me by wrapping me up in a towel. I was greeted by the warm fireplace. Then I swore I could hear the faint whispers of someone. Then I heard foot steps. I curled up and saw… MY MUM FULLY RECOVERED! She told me it was just a little cough.
I told her I got the medicines already and then after a minute pause, she heartily laughed. She appreciated my kindness and thoughtfulness of her. She carefully took out a scroll. In closer inspection, I found out it was one of the FORGOTTEN SCROLLS OF THE ANCIENT TIMES! My mum explained that our ancestors have written them and now it was about time she lend it to me for me to learn the ancient ways of mating. I preciously held up the scroll with both hands then took a chance to hug my mum tightly. I thanked her a lot of times and then resumed to opening up the scroll. The scroll said something I didn’t quite understand
’tis the time was to and fro. The marketing of friendship is now yours and only. Pray for our god. The holy spiritual lord, as you will go on an unforgetable journey to find a mate.
I asked my mum what it meant, and she replied that to find a family, I must do what the scroll tells you to do.
I was ready for an adventure.
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The storm rolled in unexpectedly, painting the sky with deep shades of gray and thunderous promises. From the attic window, Lena watched the rain start to fall, each drop pattering a steady rhythm against the glass. She felt as though she, too, had been forgotten by time, tucked away like all the dusty photo albums and keepsakes stored just out of reach.
As lightning flashed, Lena pulled an old, woven blanket around her shoulders and wandered through the quiet house. Every old floorboard creaked beneath her steps, carrying memories she couldn’t quite recall. Lost in thought, she paused by the hallway mirror, its edges fogged with age. That’s when she heard it—a faint whisper, soft and uncertain, like the wind brushing through the cracks in the windowpanes.
She listened closely, her heart thudding. The whisper grew clearer, spinning stories of love and loss, of family gatherings long since passed. It sounded like her grandmother, telling bedtime tales by the hearth. Lena closed her eyes, letting the gentle voice mingle with the song of the storm. In that moment, the things once forgotten no longer seemed so far away. The whisper carried them back, lighting a warmth inside her that lingered long after the storm had gone.
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My friend Nathan, a 3D printer owner and 3D designer was passionate about his 3D printer. He always whispers to me in class that he has the world’s best 3D printer , one that is so big and so fast that it can print a plane in under half an hour. After he made a 3D printed boat, he entered it in a boat competition. It came out in first place, winning in size, weight, speed and uniqueness. After a long time, I asked him “Do you remember your boat”? Nathan answered “Oh, I had forgotten about it”. “Could I row it?” I asked. “Sure!” He answered. After we tugged the boat to the river, Both Nathan and I boarded the boat. After we rowed for a while, it started to rain. A storm was coming, so we went to the edge of the river and got off. Suddenly, Nathan accidentally let go of the boat and it went down the waterfall and crashed into countless pieces. “You do not need to worry, I can print another one,” Nathan calmly told me. That night, I thought was a wonderful adventure, one that I’d never forget.
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