Writing Activity
Write a story about an unusual experience which had frightened you .
Begin your story with this sentence :
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling…
End your story with this sentence:
I was so thankful that I was saved miraculously and it was all over finally
PLOT | What is your story about? | Victim of a snatch thief (yes, very scary) make sure at night time ... |
SETTING | Where? When? Time? Weather? | Bus stop Dark and stormy night Cloudy night 9 pm |
CHARACTERS | Who was involved? | Me only (plus the thieves) |
LESSON | Is there a moral value? Did you learn your lesson? | Be careful when go out alone Be extra vigilant
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PLOT GUIDELINE
EXPOSITION | | It was a dark and stormy night.The wind was howling.Like any other weekend,I was on the way to my tuition class.I had to take the city bus to the destination |
RISING ACTION (CONFLICT) | | -Heard the sound of motorbike approaching -Two man sped off their motorbike as fast as lightning -I ignore and continue to play my handphone -Suddenly,one of the motorcyclist tugged my bag which was dangling from my shoulder
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CLIMAX | Most exciting part of the story Scariest part of the story You are forced to face your fears How the main character reacts
| -I spun around and reeled -I felt a sharp pull -I shouted and yelled for help.There was nobody there. -I was sprawled at the bus stop
-I felt numb and my vision started be blurred. |
FALLING ACTION | | -Fortunately,a car passed by and noticed that I was groggy -He sent me to the hospital and I did not remember anything after that -When i regained consciousness,I was lying down on the hospital bed
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RESOLUTION | | -I felt frightened
-I learn that we should be extra vigilant when go out alone. |
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling. Like any other weekend, I was on the way to my tuition class. I had to take the city bus to the destination. As I walked down the street from my house, I noticed that the road was exceptionally quiet. A shiver ran down my spine. I kept my cool as I walked toward the bus stop. My thoughts were far away as I was thinking about the mid term exam that was just around the corner.
During the long and dull wait for the bus, I thought I heard the sound of a motorbike approaching. My heart pounded furiously in my chest. I turned around to scan my surroundings. Silence. There was nothing but the rustling of dry leaves on roadside. Deciding that my mind was probably playing tricks on me, I ignored the sense of foreboding and continued playing the addictive game of candy crush on my handphone. In a few seconds, I froze. My grip tightened on the bag I was carrying as I realized that the soft purring of the motorbike engine about 10 meters behind me was real. I wasn't imagining it, and nearer and nearer it came.
Before I could properly take what was happening, the motorbike pulled up in front of me. In a flash, a helmet clad rider reached out and roughly yanked at the strap of my bag which I had carelessly left on the space beside me. I tried to grasp on to a loose buckle and found myself lurching forward from the force of the motorbike which had now started moving again. As I desperately clung on to my belongings, my body was dragged along the tarred road. Through this whirlwind of movement, I was acutely aware of the skin detaching from my kneecaps as they scraped the gravel. Finally, there was a sharp blow to my shoulder as the pillion rider delivered a punch to the joint in order to shake me off. In the blink of an eye, I found myself sprawled some 50 meters away from the bus stop writhing in pain from the dislocated shoulder bone, a broken nose and the aforementioned leg injuries. As the motorbike rode off into the darkness, I never felt more alone in my life. My strained and ragged breath pierced the otherwise silent and still night air as the stars witnessed my body slowly losing consciousness.
I awoke to the steady rhythmic beep of the monitor by my hospital bed. I blinked from the harsh white lights above me and noticed my family members standing around staring anxiously down at me. In addition to the fractured nose and dislocated shoulder joint, I learned that I sustained injuries to both my ankles, knees and, according to the doctor, was extremely fortunate to be alive. That fateful night, a taxi had passed by the normally deserted area and the driver noticed my limp and groggy body on the roadside. Dependent on the kindness of this stranger, I was brought to the nearest hospital and was given emergency treatment.
My parents encouraged me to lodge a police report. To prevent the same ordeal from happening to other people, I agreed though I was badly shaken up. I was interrogated by a police officer in the hospital. I gave him a rough description of the assailants. Apparently, I was not the only victim that night, and three other reports had been made the same day. He promised me that they would do their best to apprehend the wanted men. After this dreadful experience, I learned that we should be extra vigilant when out alone and be weary of anyone approaching. I was so thankful that I was saved miraculously and it was all over finally
