INSTITUT PENDIDIKAN GURU

KAMPUS RAJA MELEWAR

JABATAN BAHASA

TAHUN AKADEMIK: Semester 5 / 2023

TUGASAN KERJA KURSUS

(INDIVIDU)

TSLB 3252
CREATIVE WRITING
PROGRAM : PISMP
AMBILAN: JUN 2021
SEMESTER: LIMA

NAMA PENSYARAH: PN WAN NORHANA BINTI WAN

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NAMA PELAJAR: SASSHVIETAA A/P K RAMAESS

ANGKA GILIRAN: 2021152340205
NO KAD PENGENALAN: 020606-10-2094

TARIKH HANTAR: 09/03/2023

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CREATIVE WRITING

Night at Cameron

“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single
flashing, throbbing moment.” By Sarah Densen.

That is how I felt and how I continue to feel. I am aware that you feel the same way.
But Why then do I feel completely void? Why does Cameron's lovely night make me feel lonely,
and more importantly, why does that loneliness make my heart yearn for you? I don't get
butterflies in my stomach when I think about you; I feel pain instead. A pain that is addicting. A
pain caused by you. You are my addiction.
 It was a night when I realized my love for you is stronger than anything else in the
world. I'm annoyed. I am upset because you didn't spend enough time with me, upset because
you broke all of your promises, and upset because you were not there for me. You are still with
me, but why does your spot feel empty, as if you have left? I understand that loving someone
entails understanding their situation and being available for them. And that is exactly what I am
doing right now. Waiting for you to solve your problems as you asked me to.

I understand you are going through a difficult time, but what about me? To whom
should I express my feelings or thoughts? You were and will continue to be the one mundane with
whom I can share everything. I need to express myself and let it all out. I need you right now, right
here with me, for that. So my pain-addicted heart suggested a long walk alone. It was just me,
the sky, and the pine trees.

The sky grew darker, painted purple on blue, one stroke at a time, turning it into a
night. It just makes me yearn for you. I miss your warm hugs. Your hugs would make me feel
extremely secure. You would hug me very tight and whisper in my ears saying "Don't worry, Momo
is always with you. I will always protect you". It is sort of like your daily mantra.

That night, I went for a walk by myself. I thought walking alone in such cold weather
would make me stop thinking about you. But I began to think about you more. I remembered the
day we met, the day we shared our feelings, the day you meant everything to me. Tears streamed
down my cheeks. I wiped it down before anyone noticed and made a big deal about it. People are
always looking for something to gossip about and exaggerate. So me crying on the street would
give them plenty of stuff to spread.

Cameron Highlands' temperature began to fall, particularly that night. The tall and
sharp pine trees appeared friendlier than any human being. My stomach was twisting into knots,
indicating that I was hungry. All I could think about was food, specifically Burger Ramly. I know
what you are thinking: "What nonsense is this, how is food so important when you are missing
me, bruh?" But, man, food is also important. Oh, and speaking of food, we both enjoy it. We would
make suggestions to one another. But it's kind of fun. I miss those times with you. I miss everything
about you. I'm just hoping that time will heal everything, including us.

After some time of walking and walking, I decided on what to eat and purchased
my food. The cold wind brushed against my skin. I looked at the time and realized it was too late
for me to hang out alone. I'm not sure how the timing could have been so perfect, but my friend
was also there. As she asked me to join her, we walked together to the homestay, hoping to put
an end to my lonely walk. That will be the end of the lonely night at Cameron.
REFERENCES

 Duke University. (n.d.). Creative Writing.

https://twp.duke.edu/sites/twp.duke.edu/files/file-attachments/creative-writing-

1.original.pdf

 Dessen, S. (2006). The truth about forever. Speak.