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consumed me at that moment. I wished I could hear her voice again, even if she was nagging at me for the umpteenth time. I wished she could just sit up and ask me to buy her favourite food, Hokkien fried noodles, even if it meant I had to travel an hour to the hawker centre in Tiong Bahru to get it. I wished she could get out of the bed and start her feisty tai-chi routine right there, with the loud music blasting from the CD-player I had bought her for her last birthday. I wished. But, I knew my wishes were futile. As futile as the final despairing image of her lying motionless on the hospital bed. As futile as my desperate cry for a miracle. As futile as the tears that fell from my eyes. And I knew, with a regret which was almost as strong as my grief, that with this parting there would be no protests, no appeals, no desperate clinging to the past. ( simpler version of last sentence: With a regret as strong as my grief, I knew this was the final goodbye. ) A goodbye I was not ready for. A goodbye that was too sudden. A goodbye I was responsible for bringing. All because of my selfishness and impatience. Problem: Character's Desires/Goals Conflict between who/what? Conflict because of what? Climax / Turning Point 10 ways to describe anger 1) The pulse of irritation swept through my nerves and I felt an impending meltdown dangerously close. 2) If humans could spontaneously combust then at that moment, I felt like a deadly explosive device about to be triggered off. 3) Consumed by an overpowering rage, I lashed out at him mercilessly with my cruel words. 4) A wave of hysteric rage swept over me and all hell broke loose the moment I unleashed the curses from my mouth. 5) Blinded by my rage, I could not see the pain in his face as I hurled insult
" Describing Different Types of Silence 1) She breathed deeply. 4) I could only manage a silent cry of despair. challenging him. I swallowed my saliva but my throat still felt parched. there was only that torturous silence. 3) I looked up at him in sullen silence. 2) The silence was stifling. I tore the film into shreds and smashed the camera onto the floor. all waiting in bated breath. responsibility .. No one seemed to dare to move even an eyebrow. I didn't know what got into me but I just could not surrender to his tyranny. She needed this more than anything. For that moment. you could feel the tension increasing. to empty her mind of all troubling thoughts. 6) I was possessed in that instance by blind and destructive rage towards those whom I perceived were my enemies but mostly against myself.. Family.after insult at him. I roared. It was a shackle I was born to endure. relishing this precious moment of serenity and peace.these were the chains I could not break even if I felt as if I was already broken.. He had gone over the line. anticipating the expected outburst. No words were exchanged but I could see the disdain and contempt in his eyes. I fixed my gaze into his eyes. Yet. 8) Eyes blazing with intense hatred. Not this time. What else could I do? I could not break the shackles that chained our life together without causing immense pain to both us. 10) His face was flushed with searing anger the moment I uttered those three words. 7) Livid with rage. almost suffocating. to just disappear into the silence.. "I am leaving. filial piety. . That moment our eyes locked. savouring the silence.. My hope for an ordinary life shattered all because . to free her mind from the shackles of worry. I knew this was not the right moment to ask the question. " I will show you what I can do. Refusing to be intimidated. She closed her eyes. you vermin!" 9) In her face I could see cold rage and resentment. face red with rage. What was left in me were the pieces of something that was once whole. A sweet silence rare in her life which was filled with constant bickering and violent screams. it seemed like time had stopped and given her respite from the chaos and nightmares she woke up to everyday.
"Don't follow the path. 9) covered with a blanket of gloomy silence." 8. The silence hung heavy like an ominous sign of something worse about to explode. I did nothing wrong. 6)the passing of time made the silence chillier. until it felt like an icy shroud around her." 6. I studied for the test and C is the best grade I could get. A deathly pallor covered his face. He was clutching my test paper so tightly that I was sure he was going to tear it into two.5) I maintained a stony silence as I stared into his face defiantly. Go where there is no path and begin the trail." 10. Something was not right. In fact. "The final stretch of the trip seems to take the longest of all. he looked like one. "It takes but a small shaft of sunlight to pierce the clouds of life." 7. "We endure long nights of winter so spring will welcome us back. Even his fingers seemed to be slowly releasing their tight grip on the paper. now that I had been staring into his face for the last ten minutes. . 7) an embarrassed silence 8) the silence was palpable." 4. he suddenly collapsed with a loud thud right in front of my eyes." 2. I wished he would just scold me and let me get it over with. 11) stared at me in a kind of shocked silence 12) held her breath in the silence PROVERBS/Quotations TO INSPIRE WRITING IDEAS: "Let the flames of hope always burn within you. "The same wind that blows one door shut often blows another open. stealing takes it away. "We are afraid of the things we do not know--just because we do not know them." 3. His eyes were closed tight." 5. But. Before I could react." 9. 10) trying to fill the vast void of silence." 1. "We all live with our own demons. I don't care. "It is a waste of ourselves to spend too much time in sorrow over something we cannot change. he just stood there like a statue. "Work gives a man dignity. What had I done wrong? Why is my father always picking on me? Did I fail the Mathematics test? Why is a C grade not good enough for him? I could hear his deep heavy breathing and the veins showing on his face.
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. "To look a fool is the secret of a wise man. but I am glad he is dead. 2a. the opposite of despair is to will to be that self which one truly is." Making Dialogue More Interesting 1a.to test your limits. but by a series of small things brought together."Other people's opinion of you does not have to become your reality." 16." 19.. "but I am glad he is dead. Don't wait." 18. anger flashing in his eyes as he stormed towards his son. "The deepest form of despair is to choose to be someone other than oneself. ." Melissa confessed without a hint of sadness in her voice." 17. staring straight into my eyes as a malicious smile spread across her face." 11." 13. 2b "Do you realize what you have just done?" I screamed. You are responsible for it. to break through barriers. gesturing at the broken pieces of crystal shattered by her clumsy hands." 15.. her face filled with a cold resentment and her eyes burning with rage at the thought of her good-for-nothing father. "Life is either a daring adventure or it is nothing. You won't live forever. "It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before. "It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.. "I know I shouldn't say this. an overpowering rage filling me up." 14." 12. "Do you realize what you have done?" roared the infuriated father. "What?" her distraught mother exclaimed. "This is your life. appalled by what I had just heard. "History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. 1b "I know I shouldn't say this.." "What!" I shrieked. "Great things are not done by impulse. shocked by her daughter's ungratefulness. "No amount of travel on the wrong road will bring you to the right destination. "Huh?" mumbled the puny boy with a look of innocence on his face as he glanced at his father's menacing eyes." Melissa sniggered.
Livid with rage. 4. Mary snorted. His eyes were brimming with tears. Her devious eyes narrowing into fine slits. I could not see the pain in his face. Fatimah's eyes glistened with tears as she pleaded in desperation. . 6. I should have listened to you. "Huh?" 5. blurring the features of his mother in the photograph he was holding. A wave of hysteric rage swept over me and I hurled insult after insult upon him. "I am sorry. The pain of the memory pounded in my head and I could not suppress my anguish anymore. Staring blankly out of the window. I slouched against my wheelchair. I should have!" I wailed miserably. "I will kill you. Blinded by my rage. with an innocent expression on his face. The pulse of irritation swept through my nerves and I felt an impending meltdown dangerously close. his eyes blazing with intense anger and his face livid with rage. please!" "No! It's too late!" Ahmad bellowed. "You know you can never beat me. peering out of the window. I growled. don't you?" She flung back her head and let out a haughty laugh. Stumped by Mary's attitude. "I should have kept my promise to Mum. I sighed miserably as I recalled the tragic events that led to this. 3. you idiot!" The resentment and rage began to grow within me. sullen colour of the sky filled me with a numbing despair. I knew I was losing my self-control. Judy could only mumble helplessly. "Listen to me."Huh?' my brother sheepishly replied." he wailed. The somber.
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