Week 5 Writing Homework
Prompt : Write a complete narrative of 600-800 words based on “The Moment Time Stopped” that showcases your mastery of climax and resolution. Select ONE of these scenarios:
1. A character experiencing a life-threatening accident/emergency
2. A profound moment of realisation or decision in a relationship
3. A character witnessing something that changes their understanding of reality
4. An encounter with unexpected news that alters life’s trajectory
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- Due Date : June 7, 2025
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Olivia stood at the corner of 7th Street with her husband, Ben. Every morning, they waited for the traffic light to change so they could cross the road. It was something they had done for many years. Olivia held her warm coffee. Ben held the bright red umbrella.
She didn’t like that umbrella. It was too bright for such a grey day. Everything felt quiet and heavy lately. That was how it had been since Ben got sick. The doctor had told them the truth two months ago. Ben had a sickness that could not be fixed.
After that, they stopped talking about it. They still ate dinner. They still walked together. But they said very little. Olivia felt like her heart had closed up. She was scared of losing him. So she stayed quiet.
Rain began to fall. The red umbrella opened with a loud pop. Olivia frowned. She didn’t like the way it stood out in the grey street. She thought it was too happy for such a sad time.
The little man on the traffic light turned green. They stepped forward.
Then suddenly—it happened.
A loud screech. A horn. A silver car coming too fast.
And then—time stopped.
Everything froze in place.
The raindrops hung in the air like tiny glass beads. Her coffee cup slipped from her hand but did not fall. The red umbrella floated in the air, upside-down. Even the car in front of them had stopped, its front just a metre away, stuck like a paused movie.
Ben wasn’t moving. He stood beside her, frozen like a statue.
But Olivia could still move.
She looked around. The city had stopped. People on the other side of the road were frozen mid-step. The noise was gone. There was no sound. Just silence.
She looked at the red umbrella, still hanging in the air. It reminded her of the first time Ben gave it to her. He had said, “Now I’ll never lose you in a crowd.” Back then, she laughed. Now, the memory made her eyes sting.
Olivia felt something warm and sad fill her chest. She turned to Ben. His face looked calm but still. Like he had stopped breathing.
She thought about the sickness, the hospital, the way he held her hand during tests. She remembered the way he smiled at her even when he was tired. And she remembered the way she looked away. How she didn’t know what to say.
Now, in this still world, she saw it all clearly.
She had been afraid. Afraid of losing him, afraid of saying the wrong thing. So she had said nothing at all.
But now, she wanted to say everything.
She reached for his hand and held it tight.
And then—time started again.
The car screeched to a full stop. Her coffee cup hit the ground and spilled. The umbrella landed beside it with a soft thump. Rain poured down harder. Sounds rushed back all at once—horns, yelling, footsteps, life.
Ben blinked. He looked at her. “Olivia?” he said.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and held him close. She kissed his cheek. His shirt was wet. Her hair stuck to her face. None of it mattered.
Later, they sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. The red umbrella stood by the door, dripping water onto the floor.
Olivia looked at him and said, “I don’t want to be quiet anymore.”
Ben nodded. His eyes were full of tears, but he smiled.
The next morning, they stood again at the corner of 7th Street. It was cloudy. Rain fell softly from the sky.
But this time, Olivia held the red umbrella.
And this time, she was not afraid.
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SCHOL-Y5_WK5 – jocelin.lu
Emma clutched her cup of coffee. Tighter. Tighter. She stared grimly at the letter. The letter that had changed her life. Ever since her father’s passing, Emma hadn’t eaten. She hadn’t showered, and she had hardly moved at all. Tomorrow was the day of her dad’s funeral, and she was NOT ready. She thought what a silly idea funerals were. Were they just to remind everyone about a loved one’s passing and increase their sadness?
Emma took her seat. She tried to find the furthest seat at the back, so she wouldn’t have to keep enduring the pain. She could hardly say her sweet, sickly speech without cringing.
“Don’t these people understand what I’m going through?” she thought.
Emma stepped onto the stage, bracing herself as she prepared her palm cards. She began to speak.
“…he was a kind, caring, and compassionate man – my father.”
Emotion welled up inside her, and before she even realised, tears were streaming from her eyes like a rushing waterfall. Then, time seemed to freeze. Everything was still. Emma looked up at the picture of her beloved father, and a bittersweet realisation washed over her.
How long was she going to keep living like this? How long would she suffer under the weight of his absence?
Would her dad want her to live like this?
No – whatever he might have thought, she knew one thing for sure: she didn’t want to keep blaming herself for his death.
Yes, she could be sad. But why dwell forever on one moment, one loss?
She was going to cherish her time on earth – to live fully, even without him physically beside her. And somehow, in that quiet stillness, she could feel his spirit smiling down on her.
Emma wiped her tears, and time unfroze. She continued her speech, but this time with a renewed sense of sadness – where sadness meant learning and enjoying life to the fullest.
Though she might have still felt pain, but at least it was no longer just sorrow. Emma finally smiled for the first time since her father’s passing, and remembered all the love he had gave her, finding her strength again. Every word she spoke, Emma felt a little bit more whole, like the presence of her father was growing stronger and stronger.
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SCHOL-Y5_WK5 – b34fdream
I walked into the coffee shop, hectic as usual. I came up to the stand. ‘A small coffee, please.’ She would nod, type in the order, and request me to sit down. I found a seat, and waited, staring at the clock on the wall. The hands ticked rhythmically, mesmerising me in their steady tempo. It wasn’t until the staff shouted my name that I heard them. I hurried over, nodding apologetically, and sat back down. I glanced down at my coffee, watching the spirals of steam wisp off into the background. It was almost like a dance, the way it moved so confidently. It waved up, to the side, down, left in a hypnotic dance. I sighed, content and happy. As I sipped my coffee, the coffee shop seemed unusually quiet. Every day, when I would come and get a coffee, it would be bustling with activity, a man with a laptop here, a student eating breakfast with her mum over there. But as I peered over my shoulder, the entire thing collapsed. Everything was suspended in calming stillness, the porcelain coffee mug still with steam rising. Even that had stopped. I took out my hourglass. It was, as usual, half full of sand, frozen while some sand was between them. In that moment, I saw what I was blind to before: how my father would smile at me when I was atop his shoulders, young and spirited, and how he would smile at the hourglass while sand drifted in and out of the two spaces in the same way. To my father, hourglasses were special: he cherished them for their infinite loop and how he would calm down from them after a long, tiring day of work. Most nights, he would arrive home at 10. Then my father would stare at the hourglass for hours. He never slept well , but the satisfaction of seeing the grains of sand was enough for him.
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Angelina was a 37-year-old woman who always was stuck on her job. Her mind filled with thoughts of her financial budget, her heart stuck on what her next cheapest taxi ride will be, and her soul, well – her soul wasn’t really there anymore. Not since the day. The day of the horrid moment. She used to have amazing friends, and she even laughed. And then that moment came crashing down on her life like a speeding meteor. Her friends crossing the road. Angelina paying the bills of what they had just bought from the local Woolies together. The sound of a loud beep, crashing, and the next moment she was next to their hospital bed, the doctor telling me the dreaded news she knew but hoped against arrival. They. Were. Dead. This moment crashed on me like the waves of the sea she used to swim in with my friends. Since that moment, Angelina has been living alone in a dusty house, with a blank expression, a cold attitude, and thinks of nothing except her job. One day, though, some mind-bending moment came to her. She booked the cheapest taxi she could find, spent the drive on investing in several companies, and when she got off to get to work, she stopped to get some coffee. When it was her turn, she spent the next 30 minutes convincing the salesperson to give her a 50% discount. She succeeded, in the end, and stepped out into the blazing afternoon sun to go to work. As she was about to cross the very same crossing in which her friends died – she couldn’t find any other area with a good-paying job. She had just started only caring about money, and if she found a better place Angelina would have taken it – she had a very melancholy memory. She remembered the day her friends died, and nothing worse could have happened – it started raining. In her desperation to find cover, she forgot the memory instantly. Then suddenly, when she couldn’t find any shelter, time froze. The rain stopped above, dotting the sky, glittering like gemstones. everyone in the office froze as well. Angelina walked up to her usually-cold boss, who seemed to have stopped breathing, but still alive for sure. This happened to everyone. Everyone – except her. Right when Angelina comes to this conclusion, a voice sounds behind her. ‘Hello, Angelina.’ Angelina turns around in sudden fright, and then sees something almost impossible – her friends. ‘This is not you. You are a much more powerful person, and we know you are much better then this. Come on.’ and then they vanished. Everything unfroze. The rain continued, but Angelina didn’t move. She thought., I CAN be a better person. What was I thinking? Angelina goes back home, and stays a good citizen.
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SCHOL-Y5_WK5 – AryanR
I put sandbags around my house and strolled to the grocery and coffee shop to get supplies. I hope it wouldn’t be too big. I grabbed stock for months ensuring we have enough to eat. I went to the coffee shop with the umbrella blocking the sprinkling. I knew it was going to come soon. When I waited in the line, I looked at the people around me. Everyone was doing there own thing. I thought something was missing.
There was no sense of any bonding and community gathering. Since I moved here, I have never experienced any society related actions. In my house before, we use to have celebrations for fun which was enjoyable. In this local area I haven’t seen anything like this.
After getting my coffee, I turned on the radio and sat on the couch. “For the next few days, rain will get bigger and bigger which could lead to likelihood of floods.” Just as the weather predicted, the rain continued pouring more and more each day. Soon, the area was surrounded of water. The long wait was a rest before needing to clean up the whole area.
When the water lowered to an end, I knew it was time to start brushing and brooming outside.
As I stepped out the door, time froze, and I was standing in the silence. Everything was frozen and I was the only one moving. I walked around the local area with confusion. I could see people helping with throwing out garbage, sharing food with others in need and most of all, staying together on the positive side.
I realized that community is still here but in different ways. Instead of having parties like my older house, we support each other. Time goes back to normal, and I will always think of community, it can be found anywhere, anytime.
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SCHOL-Y5_WK5 – Alessia Li
It was a quiet, calm day with not much traffic or noise. The smell of coffee and chocolate wafted from the surrounding cafes. The cool breeze swirled around the people carrying old brown leaves with it. The noise of people chattering filled the air, then a scream pierced the morning tranquility. People turned to see a horrific sight. A person was drunk and was driving and was swerving everywhere. On the pathway, in red lights and spinning around like a madman. People scattered everywhere. My friend, Stacey screamed as the car spun towards us, the driver inside laughing like a maniac threw his cigarette at someone and as the car spun towards Stacey, time seemed to stop. People screamed for Stacey to get out of the way but she was frozen. Her feet, glued to the ground. I screamed for Stacey to get out of the way but by then it was too late. Stacey was dead. Her arms and legs are crushed and bloody. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just stood there staring. Traumatized. Angry. Terrified. Slowly, tears started to fall down my cheeks. It seemed like the world was falling apart just under my feet. I heard cacophonous sirens blared and shrieked for other cars to get out of the way. The last voice I heard was a soft paramedics voice mumbling something I couldn’t make out before I passed out.
I woke up to the sound of beeping and shuffling feet. Stacey was gone. One of the tires squashed her heart, taking her from the earth. For some reason I started screaming. I could still hear the screeching of tires and the squelch it made when it ran over Stacey. A nurse came running and started to soothe my mind.
“It’s okay dear. It’s okay. You are safe now.” she told me.
“Where are my parents? And Stacey? Where? Are they here? Can I see them?” I screamed and I thrashed around like a fish out of water.
She calmed me down and the next day I was good to go. When I reached the same place, I suddenly started to quake with fear. Yesterday’s events flashing through my head. I crouched down covering my head until a bystander came and lifted me up and I stumbled to my feet and I kept walking. Then I saw a crazy car again but not drunk. I froze. Later I got informed that I had trauma and that I shouldn’t go near the same place ever again or I will get worse. Since this day I haven’t gone near the same place since however the memory still lingers in my mind.
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The Moment Time Stopped
The Moment Time Stopped
The email arrived at precisely 3:47 PM.
Lena had been staring at her laptop screen, half-listening to the hum of the office printer, the distant chatter of coworkers, and the rhythmic tapping of her fingers against her coffee cup. The subject line was simple: URGENT: Results Attached.
Her breath hitched.
She had been waiting for this email for weeks—no, months. The results of the genetic test. The answer to the question that had haunted her since she was sixteen, when her mother first whispered the truth: There’s something you should know about our family.
Her hands trembled as she clicked the attachment.
Then—time stopped.
The world around her froze. The steam rising from her coffee hung in the air like a ghost. The office phone, mid-ring, held its sound in suspended silence. The second hand on the clock above the door stood still, caught between ticks.
But Lena could move.
She stared at the screen. The words blurred, then sharpened.
Positive for Huntington’s Disease.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
She had known this was a possibility. She had prepared herself for it. But now, faced with the undeniable truth, she felt the weight of it crush her.
Huntington’s. The disease that had taken her grandmother, that had stolen her mother’s ability to walk, to speak, to remember. A genetic curse, passed down like an inheritance she never wanted.
She was twenty-nine.
She had plans. A career. A life she had carefully built, brick by brick, with the hope that she would outrun this fate.
But now—what?
Would she lose herself piece by piece, like her mother had? Would she wake up one day unable to hold a pen, unable to recognize the faces of the people she loved?
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Then—time started again.
The phone rang. The printer whirred. The steam from her coffee curled upward and disappeared.
Lena exhaled.
She could sit here and let the fear consume her. She could let this diagnosis define her, dictate every choice she made from this moment forward.
Or—she could fight.
She could live.
Not just exist, waiting for the inevitable, but truly live.
She reached for her phone.
Her mother answered on the third ring.
“Mom,” Lena whispered, voice steady. “I got the results.”
Silence.
Then, her mother sighed—a sound filled with sorrow, but also something else. Strength.
“I know, sweetheart.”
Lena closed her eyes.
She would not let time stop her.
Not today. Not ever.
Chris loitered around the mysterious corner alleyway of 9th street, alone, the pain of solitude bringing back memories of the past. Memories that were meant to be forgotten long back, back before the accident. The rain fell like crystal shards, every drop stinging like the harsh pain, the pain that he felt when the car hit. Every night, he meandered over to 9th street, thinking about the past. From time to time, Chris tried to overcome the grief, let the past be the past, but try as he might, he never brought himself to it. The sorrow was embedded deep in the heart, where it hurt most. In his hand, he grasped a photo, one including his whole family, but they were gone. Nothing could bring them back. He tried not to think about the past. But when did his thoughts ever help. Soon, salty tears welled in his eyes, the scene recurring in his mind as the tears flowed.
He remembered the scene all too well. It was a gloomy afternoon, his bright blue car skidding past the turns of the serpentine, snaking road. His daughter sat behind him, how he cherished that joyous laugh. She was only five, a little ball of energy. The car took a sudden turn…he was thrashed around by the wet surface…a shrill scream. Chris was sobbing and slouched on a brick wall, reminiscing the moment. SKIIIIIIID. The car was flung over the bend. Chris looked down at his prosthetic limbs. “It really cost an arm and a leg… and my daughter,” The car was now upside down, plummeting, flying. CRAAAAASH! The car burst into flames. Then, it happened. All too fast…all too soon.
The car lay suspended over the cliff. Chris was panicking but chose not to show it. His daughter was fast asleep, but all the calamity awoke her. She wailed, clearly understanding the situation. The whole world was frozen in time. Perhaps Chris was hallucinating, no. It really was there. Chris gingerly unbuckled his seatbelt and crept over to the boot. He grabbed a grappling hook and a first aid kit. He new what to do in dire situations. He lifted his daughter and hauled up the ropes, the ropes that saved a life and lost another. Chris clambered onto the first boulder, the car still frozen, as if it was just a mini figurine. Then, his daughter slipped. The ropes were old and frayed, the loose ends gnarled. She fell. Chris couldn’t bear to look. His daughter had been his priority, his joy, his love. She was gone. “NOOOO!” Chris thundered. “Papa,” Her scream lay in his mind forever. Chris barely made it to the top of the cliff, when the police found him and his car. He sprawled onto the floor, and sobbed. If it wasn’t for his reckless driving, he would still be fine.
His arms arms and legs bled. His car was burnt and debris was scattered around the mountain like a junkyard. “WHY?!” Chris mourned. Then the whole world started back up. Cars sped past, the trees swayed. But his heart was in anguish…
The Frozen Moment
Jessie sat in the ornate moon-white chair, amidst the deafening silence. Apart from the gentle rustling of nurses scurrying around the corridors, it was so quite that Jessie could hear her own ragged breathing. And whenever a nurse or doctor happened to see her, they all immediately fell into a look of pity. “Poor you,” some would say, before hurrying away.
And when her parents, accompanied by the old doctor stepped out of the perfectly white room labeled ’emergency conferencing room,’ carrying with them an air of such depression and sympathy, time seemed to slow down right before Jessie’s very eyes.
As those words were murmured from the doctor’s cracked lips, tears slowly fell down her parent’s faces, slowly dripping down their faces. The noise haltered, and dragged on forever. Jessie remained the only reality, banished to a world of her own, where she was all that existed. Her mind focused. Why, if she had barely any time left, every minute, every second must be worth what others valued as a year, a decade even.
And as her eyes slowly started unblurring, she saw things rather clearly. What, for others might be a moment of depression, the words of a doctor pushing people to a breaking point where nothing mattered, Jessie saw this as a fragile opportunity. She recognised the severity, that she had days left to live – but she accepted this. She embraced it, with open arms, and for a mere thirteen year old girl, who was dancing on the edges of existence, she was remarkably proud of her reaction.
And as her eyes sharpened, she saw the world in clearly for the first time. She faced her parents with eyes so sharp, reminiscent to a blade of pure obsidian. She tilted her chin up – to face her parents and the doctor. If they were startled, and confused, they didn’t show it.
“Bring it on,” Jessie said, her determined words echoing throughout the hospital walls.