Week 4 Writing Homework
Prompt:
Choose one of the two dissimilar things on the next slides. In 500 words, create your own poem or narrative essay using extended metaphors. Don’t forget the tips from today’s discussion!
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The home we build together
Some friendships are like rented apartments—temporary spaces where you stay for a while before moving on. Others are grand mansions, impressive from the outside but hollow within. However, a true friendship is a home, not built in a day but over time, with trust as its foundation and shared moments as the bricks that hold it together.
I remember the day I met Rachel. Back then, we were nothing more than empty lots—unfamiliar, untouched. Our first conversations were like laying down a blueprint: hesitant sketches, rough outlines of something that could become real. At first, we were just two walls standing side by side, not yet connected. But every shared secret, every burst of laughter, became another beam, another window letting light into the structure of what we were building.
As with any home, maintenance was necessary. There were days when the roof leaked, words were left unsaid, and misunderstandings seeped through like cracks in the walls. Once, a minor disagreement turned into a silence that stretched like an abandoned room—cold, empty, and unfamiliar. We avoided each other for weeks, the distance between us growing like weeds in an untended garden. But real homes are not abandoned at the first sign of wear. Instead of letting our friendship rot like an old house forgotten by time, we renovated. We faced the damage, repaired the broken pieces, and, in doing so, made the foundation even more potent.
Our friendship transformed from a modest one-room shelter to a sprawling, intricate home through the years. It was a place of comfort—a warm kitchen filled with late-night conversations, a sturdy front porch where we sat and dreamed about the future. When life forced us into separate cities, our home stood unwavering. No matter how far we travelled, the door was always open.
The beauty of true friendship is that it never remains stagnant. It expands, adapts, and evolves like a home that grows with the people inside it. Even as life brings renovations—new jobs, changing priorities, unexpected storms—the walls remain sturdy. Friendship, like a well-loved home, is not perfect. It has messy rooms, creaky floors, and doors that sometimes stick. But at its core, it is a place where you are seen, belong, and loved despite the clutter.
Rachel is my home, not in walls and beams but in how she understands my silences and how our conversations pick up as if no time has passed. In a world of shifting landscapes and temporary addresses, I am grateful for the house we have built together—strong, warm, and unshakable.
Because in the end, a house is just a structure, but a home—like true friendship—is where your heart is safe.
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Y5RW_WK4 – anisur_misyahoo-com-au
Friendship is a home.
Safe and sound,
Love is drifting around the friends,
Trust and honesty are the two qualities that make them friends,
But they make the home cozy and warm,
With friends and friends hugging each other,
Friendship is also a fireplace,
Crackle,
Crackle,
Crackle,
A warm, soft, fuzzy sweater,
Covering everyone like a house,
Fun and enjoyment echoes around,
Occasionally fights and arguments occur,
But like a house,
It always become a warm, soft, fuzzy sweater,
Peaceful sleeping owls sleep together in each other’s bed,
No matter the size,
They always are a house,
Sometimes the friendship is an over-sized, lumpy sweater,
But they learn to take away some old parts of the house,
And bring new ones to replace the old,
Not battered and bruised,
But fresh and clean,
In come the new,
Out goes the old,
And it’s a repeating cycle,
Lasting forever and ever,
With splinters and tacks,
The friendship may not be a crystal stair,
It will always will have loose planks,
But someday, someday, they will be repaired,
A challenge may be one out of infinite splinters,
Or a misunderstanding,
But a friendship is always caring and loving,
Here for each other,
Kind of like an Amazon package,
Help is always there straight away,
Friends may not be the brightest,
But they are always kindest to each other,
A house is kind to its inhabitants,
Like friendship,
Kind for every single friend,
No matter what,
Friends are close to each other,
Safe and sound,
Parents look out for them,
While they look out for each other,
Arguments fade,
Joy fills the anger straight away,
A happy friendship,
Is a happy house,
Sun and rain,
Pitta-patta,
Pitta-patta,
Or,
Happy rays of sun,
Beaming down,
That is friendship,
Just like a house,
It may have leaks and rain water falls down,
But sunlight always peeks down the windows,
Entering the house,
Friendship is not a forgotten toy,
Neither is a home a torn book,
Instead, they should be treated as library books,
They should be treated with care and softness,
Like a warm, soft, fuzzy sweater,
Like a family,
Friendship is a home.
P.S Sorry this is not the required number of words. I wrote this late at night and I needed to shower so… 🙂
I’ll do another one, a story about a friendship. <3 (Probably better this time :D)
Friendship is a home. How? Maybe the house could be cracked and falling down, exhausted from standing up for so long. But maybe some are wonderfully decorated with stunning interior, inside and outside. Some are prestigious mansions, fancy from top to bottom, long, clear windows with steel frames and a luscious pool, with a warm spa. However, some are hotels that are rated one star for a reason- a simple bed with thin blankets and hard pillows. A window for you to gaze at the trash bin? What's the point? That's what some friendships are, good or bad. But the best friendships are cozy, trusted, simple houses. You can't be too over-the-top or too cheap. Something in the middle- an average house.
There was Laura. She was an example of the hotel, relied on but then poof! In a whole three years, it broke down. Dropped to the floor and broke down. A sign hovering over saying 'Fixing!'. But would they actually fix a rotten, poor hotel? I wouldn't and I couldn't put all my trust into it anymore. The same thing to Laura. One normal Sunday, we were texting. Basically, sitting on a luxurious couch and enjoying our time watching TV. But I needed to go do an online class. I told her I needed to go, like just needing to take a rest and relaxing for moment. Then she started spamming me! I know Admin would hate this. And when I say hate, I mean it. I told her I needed to go, and she should stop and talk to someone else. She didn't stop and kept talking like I was joking. At this time, I already knew I had to do something other than just asking her to stop. It wasn't enough. Lines of cracks overcomes the house now. I deleted her from my contact list as she was STILL spamming me, and it was really annoying as my teacher told me to concentrate, but all I was doing was trying to stop the cracks to break even more deeper. I was so angry, red lines of anger streaked my face. At this point, leaks broke from the roof and water dripped down, ruining the pristine wood planks there were before. She lost my trust. She couldn't do anything for me to forgive her. She went too far. I ignored her constant talking, which I should have done in the first place. She finally understood and started apologising. I told her to keep it for later. Once I finished my class, she tried to repair the cracks. But I told her she couldn't do anything. It was her fault, and she had to find a better way with more resources.
Now she learns to be cautious, and she always asks if I'm in a class. I appreciate it Laura, but it'll never work. The house already collapsed.
But then, Tiffany popped into my life. As I changed schools (Not Laura's fault, I just left myself. And she joined me too. But she caused the argument this year not in 2023 when I transferred.), we were just distant, remote people who hardly knew each other. We had different friends in Term 1, Term 2, Term 3 of Year 3. After nearly a whole year of distancing, we came together as I joined my friend Cici to sit with other people and Tiffany was also there. From that very moment we became closer and closer, no more confusion between us. We began to be closer houses, until we were neck-to-neck, where we combined into one grand, imposing mansion, beautiful on the inside and outside. Interior was wonder-struck, outside's appearance was stunning, letting the whole world of how rich we were in friendship. But of course, the mansion shrank down into an everyday house anyone could live in. Then the next year, we were in the same class again. The first few days, we said hi and hello or we waved to each other. As the term unfolded, we sat together once again, and we became the best of friends. Laughing, talking, walking, every single moment I appreciate today. We were unstoppable, beating every cyclone or hurricane. We went to Luna Park together and another window let out light into the structure of what we were building. Powerful, strong, unbeatable house standing into war's way. We may have had arguments, but that's what helped the house to be stable, until we fell down together where the ashes would cover up us. Leaks were us being cold, empty, and unfamiliar. Floorboards peeking out, yearning to be free, alone again. Or maybe she hated how I always talked a tangent to her, but I still understand and let her be her. But it helped us be stronger than before. I'm proud of what we became to be, and I hope our friendship will last forever and ever like I hope my house will stay here for new people or friends to stay here. Our freedom will be sweet, decadent deserts but we will always unite together. (P.S Tiffany is also in Scholarly. She's called Tiffany Gu and she's one of the brightest people I've ever met.)
Laura is my old house which I decided to move out of, and Tiffany is the new fresh one that I already made it into a lifelong home. We all have troubles and rays of sunshine but most importantly, a special home is a trusted, safe home that you can rely on for anything.
Friendship is an intricate, monumental, majestic house which I'll always hope for, as a glorious friendship is a glorious house. Tiffany is my dream, happiness and joyfulness filling my whole life, while Laura had caused some serious cracks that need urgent repair. But one thing is for sure. Friends are friends, which I will always treasure for especially Tiffany as she is my life, my goals, my dreams, my heart. Memories will never be forgotten and if so, then I'm a dreadful friend.
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Y5RW_WK4 – Miranda
Love is a soft warm cozy bed of everlasting happiness with the sensation like a pool in a hot humid day A mother is like an abstract home of immense joy and warmth. Love is not a takeaway heatpack of artificial warmth. A mother is not a concrete home that you can buy with money.
A cafe is a warm hearth for people to relax and recharge. A restaurant is a haven for hunger nourishment. A cafe is not a small court with animals roaming around. A restaurant is not a buisness bustling with hungry people.
The ocean is a calm pool of liquid with waves of elemental coolness. The sun is a ball of relaxing heat which can brighten people’s days. The ocean is not a vast creepy pool of drowning. The sun is not a large circle of death shooters.
Autumn is a cool period of time where the colour orange appears everywhere. Spring is a time of joy, where animals and plants dance in the breeze like its their birthday. Summer is a humid and hot season of intense heat and exhaustion. Winter is freezing period of crispy air.
A shopping centre is a mall of fun and food which power you. A home is a building of sweet joy. An apartment is a building made of thousands of hearts of happiness. A school is a place where many hearts belong.
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Y5RW_WK4 – Shawn Pan
My house
Safe and sound
Snoozy and comfortable
Friend and relationship
That is the word friendship
Suddenly
Started packing
Taping boxes
Making memories
Started driving
Taking off to Perth
Starting a new adventure
Started living in Airbnb
Inspecting houses
Looking for schools
making new friends
Going shopping
Got into a school
Meeting new people
Winning in math game
Studying for naplan
Unpacking stuff
Decorating the house
Making my room
Getting some sleep
Starting a new day
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Y5RW_WK4 – Yashal