A Flood

Alice rolled up her trousers to scoop more water from the ground at the corridor. Her parents were carrying out the same tasks a short distance away. The massive downpour had caused a flood outside Alice’s house. Despite retrieving multiple pails of contaminated water, the water level increased gradually. Just then, a loud crash was heard.

Alice looked up to see a cyclist crashing into her father, who attempted to eradicate the debris near the main road. At that moment, the cyclist had an intention to avoid going over litter that was floating in the water. As she swayed unsteadily from side to side, he did not notice Alice’s father who squatted near the side of the road. By the time he saw him, it was too late to swerve away from him. He crashed into Alice’s father. Immediately, both of them stumbled onto the ground. Although they had a minor injuries, her mother lent them a hand to dress their wounds.

That afternoon, the water receded a little. The rain had caused the dustbins outside the house to topple over and rubbish was floating everywhere. Alice and her mother were able to get rid of the remaining water, coupled with the debris out of their front yard. Alice assisted her mother to clean the house. A small area in her living room had also been affected by the flood. The floor was filled with black particles so Alice had to scrub the area continuously.

The flood had caused a lot of inconvenience to Alice and her family. It took a day of rain to create the mess in the housing estate but Alice and her family took three days to clean up. There was permanent damage to the family’s garden as the flood had destroyed the fragrant flowers that were growing all around the garden. Alice’s mother reluctantly pulled out all the plants. Everyone hoped that there would not be any more floods in the vicinity.

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A Close Encounter

The crunching of dried leaves, resonated throughout the tranquil forest. The deeper we approached, the darker it got. The sun was hidden by a blanket of clouds. The little sunlight that shone through the foliage was gone gradually. Bryan and I walked close to each other and halted every few steps to investigate. Without warning, a pair of ferocious eyes stared at us from between the tree trunks.

Bryan ceased in his tracks. He was pale. A chill ran down my spine. I shivered with fear and my legs trembled. We stood our ground, hoping that what we had seen would vanish at once. However, the pair of eyes became more enormous. To our horror, we realised that whatever the eyes belonged to was dashing towards us. As it advanced towards us, the eyes lowered as though the creature had suddenly became shorter. We held our breath as a furry oval-shaped head appeared from between the trees. It was a stray dog! We were stunned. There had never been sightings of wild dogs in the forest. It growled at us, showing its sharp fangs. Bryan tugged my hand. “Let’s run!” he mumbled.

Turning around, we ran as fast as lighting. We ignored the rustling of leaves as lizards and squirrels moved around us. We ran without looking back once. Eventually, out of breath, we halted and fell to the ground. I turned around, expecting the dog to pounce on us but it was gone.

Nudging Bryan, who was panting so hard, I told him that the dog was gone. We decided to end our trek and leave the forest. As we made our way out, we heard the squeals and screeches of the creatures in the forest. Not wanting to become its prey, we ran at lightning speed the rest of the way home.