Writing.

by Ong Chin Kai

I recall narrative writing in secondary school. I would have loved it if there were no time constraints and dogmatic teachers teaching language as though it was math. (Even math was more fluid then)

During my secondary two year, I had tuition for english. My tutor was a very interesting person, and that translated into interesting essays from me.

One such essay was titled “My Journey”. NOTE THIS WAS WRITTEN IN SEC 2. don’t fault me for my language!

My Journey

“This is the captain speaking here. I want all passengers to head for the nearest evacuation station immediately.” a voice projected it self in the midst of a watery situation as I recalled the blurred events of the last three hours, while struggling to keep afloat.

I was on a ferry ride to Port Nivek (Kevin was the name of my tutor), a port in the peaceful town of Tosnatha (a reference to Thanathos). Tosnatha was famous for its history, where in local mythology it was said to be the ‘Gate of Heaven’. Flipping through the brochures, I checked into the ferry terminal.

The amenities the ferry had were comparable to those in a cruise. There was a swimming pool, an underwater gallery, and also a snack bar. I was helping myself to the snack bar when the ship swayed slightly to the left, then to the right. The swaying continued and then an announcement was made. “This is the captain speaking here. Please do not be alarmed by the swaying as it is merely due to the choppy waters.”

There was definitely nothing to be alarmed of at that time, but there is now. The swaying worsened, I started getting seasick. I headed to the toilet not knowing of what dangers lay ahead of me.

“Bang!” the door closed behind me with a dreaded clicking sound. Water began to seep in, and as I have a fear for both water and confined spaces, I shrieked in agony as the water level rose, as if it was trying to swallow me like a blood-thirsty eel (LOL). I tried to escape, like a pathetic little fly, trapped in a pitcher plant.

The water level soon rose to such that there was no space below the ceiling for my head. I reflected on my life, as my senses dulled, sight blurring, and consciousness slipping away.

I came back to my senses after a minute of two. I was back at my seat, and the ferry lights were pearly white radiating heavenly warmth. I felt light and weightless, like a feathery soul floating in mid-air, as I heard a voice “This is the captain speaking here, we are now alighting at Tosnatha, the Gate of Heaven.”

End

P.S: Of course I did edited a few grammar and punctuation here and there. I also omitted long, nasty, pointless descriptions all secondary 2 writers were guilty of. Rearranged the paragraphing, throw in one or two extra vocab, but the plot remains entirely untouched.

 

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