STORIES

A space for your short or very short short stories:}

Write a story that is exactly 100 words long.
 * Task 1**

All Task 1 stories are now here.

Write four different opening paragraphs based on the title 'Sunlight on a Pond'?
 * Task 2**

1st opening “Quick! James! Come here! Look at the little fishes swimming in the water!” Josh beckoned for his little brother eagerly. Without hesitation, the young boy, frisky as a lamb, ran to where his brother was and stared into the pond. “Fish! Fish!” Was all he uttered as he waved his arms excitedly. “Eh?” James stared in bewilderment at his reflection in the pond with the Sun’s rays reflecting off the water surface…

2nd He sat on the rocks near the pond, his shoulders heaved. “Sigh…” How he missed the old days when life was simple, yet happy. Those days when he could play with his best friends and run about on the grassy plains were now just memories. Memories. Village life had been so much easier, compared to living in a cutting edge society where life was moving at such a fast pace. Here, in this hellish place, simplicities of life were scorned at and nothing seemed to satisfy the people’s needs. What’s worse, those classmates of his would tease him about his weird slang and his skin colour. //It’s not my fault…it’s just that we’re different.// Perplexed, he grabbed a small pebble on the ground and tossed it into the pond, watching the ripples created getting bigger and bigger, scattering the Sun’s reflections, shimmering.

3rd The birds chirped merrily, welcoming the new season. Ah! Lush greenery grew all around the park and flowers of a hundred kinds bloomed all together. Such a beautiful sight! “Lucky, isn’t springtime nice?” I asked in a gentle voice as I patted her. What was the best of all, I’d say, would be that bronze ball of fire that shone brightly and caressed our cheeks…the Sun that gave the whole earth life, and colour. As I looked at the pond, I felt an uncanny sense of happiness, a sense of satisfaction that made me feel like I was close to something nice and warm. The waters sparkled under the rays of the Sun, and I will never forget how the water crystals looked like dazzling diamonds.

4th Sunlight on a pond. The spotlight for aquatic animals and the reason that keeps the plants breathing. Just observing the aquatic organisms is amazing in itself, which I had thought otherwise earlier. We always take what we have for granted, and few of us appreciate the nature that surrounds us. Looking at the dragonflies, damselflies, pond skaters, water hyacinths and many more, a sense of happiness and excitement overwhelms me as I find myself back to where I belong – Nature.

//Zera//

No. 1 As the leaves of the trees turned yellow and red in remembrance of the joyful summer days, so did the people stop in their tracks at the park to look and recall. Although the trees enjoyed the company of rain, although the human loved playing with the puddles of water on floor after the rainfall, they all shared something in common...... it was the feeling of missing the sunlight on the pond. The strong bond with the star in the vast universe.

No. 2 Crowds of people had gathered round to see it. What a beautiful miracle God had sent down from the heavens amidst all the unhappy happenings and the gloomy atmosphere which hung stale in the air. The people were unable to locate its source. The rhythmic appearances of ripples of the surface had made the scene even more attractive. It was just too good to be true. The sunlight on the pond was capturing and strange, especially during a severe thunderstorm.

No. 3 Nature and I had become one again since the start of spring. Every week or two, I would my way down to the pond located a few miles away from my cottage in the countryside. If the pond could speak, it would tell you why I visited it ever so often. I would never fail to see the sunlight glistening on the surface of the pond. It reminded me of Father, whose spirit would always be around me to comfort me at this very pond.

What’s beauty? Is it dewdrops sparkling in the soft glow of dawn? Or the rosy sky of sunset weaved with gold? Or even better, is it a silver boat gliding on a lake, shining in moonlight? Well, to me, it is the reflection of the sun in a mirrored pond. There is something ethereal about seeing a golden ball of fire in the midst of water. Something so normal, something that can be seen everyday, can be beautiful if you could spend the time to observe. Imagine sitting beside a pond, hearing the clear music of birds trilling. Dawn has just arrived and as you open your eyes, you are greeted by the sun’s rays shining upon the pond. It transforms the lake to a shimmering glass and each individual water droplet is a diamond by itself. But, just as you were about to tell yourself this was the best thing you’ve ever seen, you see the sun’s reflection, as majestic as it is in the sky. I was running. Running back to my old sanctuary, to the pond in the clearing. I needed a place where I could escape the painful reality of life. Memories flooded me as I ran. The time I saw the spider web glistening with dewdrops. The trilling of the colourful birds that always soothed me. The baby rabbit I found. And the sight of sunlight on a pond. Just so beautiful… It was summer again. Time to visit Mama’s grave by the pond and below the sun. Mama always made me think of the sun and nature. Wherever she was around before, the sun shone brightly, as though just for her. There would be no rain and the flowers seemed to “smile”. When Mama went down to the pond with me, we would always see the exquisite miracle which she had called, “Sunlight on a pond”.
 * //Number 1//**
 * //Number 2//**
 * //Number 3//**
 * //Number 4//**
 * //Yu Teng//**

We were splashing each other in the pond. When we were all drenched to the bone, my mother stuck her head out of the door and shouted, "Lunch is here!" I quickly scrambled to my feet as the aroma of fried chicken entered my nose. My younger sister (a/n: I don't really like my sister in real life, this is just a story) was a little slow, but she was one great fan of food and she almost beat me to getting out of the pond. She playfully pushed me, and I pushed her back. She fell with a small splash into the pond and grinned. Just one smile and it felt like I had the whole world in my hands. Her smile was as bright as the sun, and her warmth radiated so strongly that miles around, I think people would be dumping their work aside to enjoy life. She pulled me into the water with her and I smiled to myself. She was like sunlight in a pond. A very strong light.
 * No.1**

My brother was never one to smile (a/n: again, this is not true. He smiles). To him, nothing is a surprise. He is Mr. Calm, Cool and Collected. He had been like that ever since our father had passed away (a/n: this is not true either) and while we were all there trying to make him smile, his heart was just a reflection of a frozen pond, but ever since he had gotten himself a girlfriend (a/n: hello, this is not true either), his ice had started to melt. She was like a sun in spring, slowly thawing my brother's heart, until one day, sunlight could be seen on the reflective surface of the melted ice.
 * No.2**

I smiled. Winter was gone, spring was up. I was told millions of gazillions of times that we should not look at the sun directly but I wanted to, to welcome spring into the world. Deciding against it, I looked out of my window to the pond just outside my house, grinning even more when I saw what was reflected on it. The sun. That was a nice way to welcome spring, I thought, as I settled down with a book in my hands.
 * No.3**

I had never been much of a daughter, hanging out with my friends and forgetting about her daily. This "her" refers to my mother. I know she loves me, but I was cold towards her. Now, sitting here in my jail cell, the officer called me up. He said that someone wanted to see me. I got sent to jail because I took drugs. My mother had warned me countless of times to not do that but I did it, just to show that I was not going to be under the influence of it, but I got addicted, and I almost died from dehydration. For all these long months in jail, no one had ever been to see me. I walked into the room, then I saw my mother. I sat on the chair and said in a soft whisper, "Forgive me, mum." She readily nodded her head, sniffing as our conversation progressed. Then, time was up. I gave my mother one last smile before I walked out of the room. Her forgiveness was more welcomed than sunlight on a pond that was frozen for a million years.
 * No.4**


 * Rachelle, a.k.a. Ferrero**

Pick five words at random from any source. Using a thesaurus, find an alternative for each word. Write a story (of not less than 150 words) using all 10 of them.
 * Task 3**

Precipitation – rain turn – roll pathetically – pitifully Moan – whimper Blissful - perfect

I roll my eyes at Sherice and I turn to granny. I try again.

“Gran, you can’t walk in the rain. It will hurt you!”

“No! No! Have you ever felt the blissful feeling of thousands of cool raindrops splashing on your skin? It is far from hurtful. It is healing!”

I press on. Granny was forever telling fairytales…!

“But granny…”

“Have you ever waded into clusters of wildflowers like you were wading into a sea? Have you ever gathered them in bunches in your arms?” granny interrupts.

I sigh, as granny whimpers pitifully as she tries to get to the door. Who has ever heard of ‘healing rain’ before? My science teacher says that if one even stays in the rain for even a minute, one would be burnt to ash. I didn’t actually hear the rest of the lesson, but I think it was something about the 'precipitation' containing high levels of acid.

And flowers? Mythical creatures! Nothing could ever grow outside. Even humans can’t go out without an environment suit. One old madman tried to ‘bask in the sun’, but the radioactive rays soon burnt him to crisp.

“And the rivers! And streams! Have you ever gone fishing, Shanna? Have you ever run in the forests with the gentle deer? Have you swum in the sea with the dolphins?”

Sherice looks at me sympathetically. She knows what it’s like to be stuck babysitting granny. Animals, like flowers are as mythical as waterfalls, streams and rivers. Everyone knows that the only huge body of water in the world is the Dark Pool. And to even think of jumping into the dark pool for a swim…? Impossible!

I am suddenly distracted by a pathetically weak moan behind me. Somehow granny has managed to break free of her restraints and is opening the door. I lunge toward her, but before I reach her, she slumps on the ground, unconscious, with a tranquilizer needle poking out of the frail fabric of her nightgown.

My mother frowns at me sternly. I look at the ground, ashamed. I know that I was supposed to prevent granny from going out. Mother gathers granny into her arms like she would a small child, and begins to walk up the stairs.

“Mother! Wait! I want to ask you something…”

“What is it?” mother snaps impatiently.

“Was the world really like what granny says it was? Was is really so perfect?”

Mother’s face changes from stern to sad. She shakes her head, and continues to walk away.

Sherice and I stare at her and my granny, who had always been telling the truth. Kimberley

Jane finished her report and logged off the computer. She leaned back and rubbed her eyes __tiredly__. A glance at her watch showed that it was nearing to midnight. All the other employees had gone home, leaving her alone in the office. __Weary__, she picked up her bag and __walked__ out of the building. It was __dark__ out. Even the street lamps could not light up the road well enough. She soon rounded the bend leading to her __tiny__ house at the end of the lane. __Small__ though it was, Jane loved it because it was cozy. Her neighbours thought she was crazy, for even though she was able to live in much bigger and luxurious houses, she had chosen to live there. There were no street lamps along the road where her house was located. It could really be described as __pitch black__. However, this night, Jane could not care less whether or not she had light to see by. All she wanted was to reach home as quickly as possible so that she could finally sleep. As she __plodded__ on, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. Turning around, all she saw was the deserted street. Jane had barely walked another five steps before there came a tap on her shoulder. Turning quickly, she saw…no one. This happened another time. She began to feel frightened, and started to __run__, then to __sprint__, all tiredness gone. She finally got into the safety of her house, and slammed the door. She had just managed to convince herself that it was all her imagination when there came a three slow knocks on her door. Melissa

Weird-strange Assessment - Judgement Laugh – chortle Lovely – Divine Honour- Credit

I raised my hand. “I had this __strange__ dream last night.”

That was what my teacher wanted me to say. Then she wanted me to elaborate.

She was planning to teach us some sort of __weird__ topic of how our minds are actually still working when we are asleep, and how what we think before our sleep affects our dreams. What a thing to learn!

So I went on. “I dreamt that I was a superstar, or rather almost becoming one. I had written my own song lyrics, and it was __divine__. I was standing on stage and singing with lights flashing around me. The judges even commented that I had a __lovely__ voice.”

At that, a boy who sat behind me went, “What? You…have a lovely voice? Can I vomit?”

The class __laughed__.

I felt totally insulted.

The teacher silenced the class, saying, “What a thing to say to your classmate! __Chortle__ all you like, if you want to be laughed back at.” She then asked me to continue.

“In the judges’ __assessment__, I had scored the highest points, and won the title of being the best-”

“Oh indeed the highest points,” scorned that same boy, “you were going to say best singer, weren’t you?”

Well exactly what did he have against me? It was just a dream after all!

“And yes must I say how right you were. Now let me return to where I was before being so rudely interrupted. I was just about to put on the crown of __honour__ when my mum woke me up, saying that it was time for school. She told me that she had checked my song lyrics meant for music lesson, and from her __judgement__, she said frankly that I would get myself no __credit__ for writing songs, for my word choice was terrible. That’s the end.”

As I sat down I heard from behind me, a murmur, muttering, “that’s more like it.” I sighed.

Rachel

Gaping - Vast Prophecy – Divination Vengeful – Unforgiving Swipe – Blow Storm – Cloudburst

There was nothing left to cross but the cavern that lay beyond us. We were deep underground, almost at our destination. The vast space was just a huge hole in the ground with pillars of rock hard stone sprouting from the floor like stony trees. It was designed to be a labyrinth, though there was no need for walls. The place was just so huge that it was impossible to memorise a path to the other end, even though there was a visible path to the other end. This was where our goal and reward of 7 months’ hard journey awaited us, we hoped. Of course, it was not that simple. The cavern was the one of 5 trials which had claimed the most lives. If people did not slip and fall on the slimy pathways or get lost in the walless labyrinth, they were either frozen by the icy storms that raged around the cavern or swiped off the narrow path by the mighty paw of the guardian of this trial – the storm dragon, Blyzhard. After discussing for a long time, we decided that our best bet of reaching the end was to abseil down the vertical descent into the dark hole, cross the bottom of the pit and climb up at the other end. Although we were not sure whether there was even a bottom to the hellhole, we decided that it was our best bet. If there was no bottom, we could always come back up. But that was the least of our troubles. Even though we were a formidable group, Flamebrand, a fire mage, Hale, a knight, Delphyne, a wood nymph, Windreign, a flyer, and me, an archer, Blyzhard would be too much to handle. We ate dried fruit and some meat near the edge of the hole, but the food tasted like dust in our mouths. Compared to crossing the humumgous space that lay before us, eating seemed a very small task. Before the descent, I threw a stone down. About six seconds later, we heard a “Thump”. Slowly and extremely unwillingly, we climbed down.

We journeyed across the bottom of the cavern and encountered numerous cloudbursts and storms. One moment, it seemed fine. The next moment, it was swirling with winds. At one stage, it even rained. These unforgiving storms lashed us till our eyes were stinging with the water. Even though the darkness was kept at bay by Flamebrand’s fire, there were still creatures roaming the pit.

On the last day of darkness, we encountered a gigantic spiderlike creature. Flamebrand made a fire on the ground so we could see where we were going. Then he shot two fireballs at Hale, who struck them with his sword, sending them hurtling towards the spider. The spider spat web at it and doused the flames. While Delphyn played notes on her pipe and trapped the spider with vines that grew magically from the floor, Windreign darted through the air, poking at the creature’s eyes. Then, Hale rushed forward with his spear and sword and smote the creature heavily on the head. Green blood oozed out of its wound. I grabbed an arrow from my quiver, wrapped it in cloth and put the head into the fire on the floor. Immediately, it caught alight. Pulling my bowstring taut, I aimed at the vines constraining the spider. I let the arrow fly. It hit its mark, and the vines started to burn. Slowly at first, but then quickly. In no time, the spider was dead. “Great job, everybody!” said Hale halfheartedly. Being in the dark for so long affects people’s mood.

Taking a break, we huddled around the fire. Almost at the same time, we noticed a crack in the floor. “Wha-“ began Windreign. Before she could finish her sentence, the ground opened up. We fell through, and found ourselves on a small island in the middle of nothingness. Right in the middle, glowing faintly, lay the Hand of Tharkas, the symbol of power over the whole land of Mythos. “No wonder! What was it the divination said?" I asked.

//“Take the quest for the glove,// //And save the city that you love.// //Make it far, near the fist of power// //But fall through at the last hour.”//

Hale took the glove, and we were surrounded by a blue light. “What did you do?” I asked him. “I’ve seen this before. I think it’s a portal of some sort,” said Flamebrand. True enough, the surroundings changed, and we appeared outside the palace of Mythos.

Jin Kiat (I know, long, sry)

Challenge yourself to write a riveting tale that takes place within the confines of one hour It was scheduled at 8.30a.m., before our recess time. It was 8a.m. My fingers were drenched in cold sweat and I began to ruffle up my PE shirt in nervousness.
 * Task 4**

"It’s going to be ok, just stay calm and it would be over in no time,” my teacher commented with a warm smile on her face. But I knew that was fake. So fake. It was like every teacher was told to recite that line to supposedly make us feel better. I gazed around the room, everyone was quiet and shivering. I knew they felt the same as me and trying their best to hide it.

Then I spotted him. The him. He was practically the biggest bully in the school and he had to be in MY class. I was known as the crybaby to everyone who had ever seen me loitering in the school grounds. I had become the laughing stock. My mother had prepared me for this through weird ways but I knew she had not succeeded.

“Dong! Dong! Dong!” The signal bell for 8.25a.m. had just rung and it meant that the moment was slowly creeping forward. Suddenly a voice called forth through the PA system, “Could the teacher of class 6B please bring the students down to the respective rooms immediately.” Nothing stirred in the classroom. We were told to line up. I felt a pat on my shoulder and I slowly turned around. It was him.

“So crybaby. You want your mummy now?” He crossed his hands and his ‘gang’ behind laughed in agreement. I hesitated for a moment before I answered. I held my head up high and crossed my arms in reply. I cleared my throat. “I will be fine. Thank You for your concern.” Then I swung around and followed the teacher downstairs. “Register No.8!” The shrieking voice screamed out. I stood up reluctantly and made my way to the chair in the middle on the room. I rolled up my sleeves. I felt a cooling feeling on the top on my arm. As the needle came into my sight, I thought I blacked out.

Cherie

“6 a.m. wake up! 6 a.m. wake up! 6 a.m. wake up!” She got up, out of bed. The alarm clock was silenced. The beginning of another day. She had to prepare breakfast for her family, otherwise they would be late. Nonetheless, today, she decided to rest a few minutes. Maybe 5 minutes. There would still be enough time, the children only needed to be at school at 7. And her husband was only needed at the dump at 10. She sank back, and slept. Suddenly, a noise broke the crisp morning air. What could that be? She got up. It was her husband’s hand phone. It was a message. She opened it. “Pay us or we’ll get you. We won’t let you sleep till you pay us!” Weird. She suddenly heard a loud noise, heavy machinery. She went out into the yard. The source of the noise was behind the bushes, hidden. But she caught a glimpse of it. It was yellow and as big as a car. She climbed up on the fence to get a better look. “Argh!!!” And she was falling, falling, in the pitch black of the early dawn. A voice drifted over, “Tom, let’s pick the garbage up since we’re here. No point wasting fuel.” “Good idea! Might as well, since we came so early.” “Don’t waste fuel just trying to keep the boss awake.” The hydraulic gripper lowered as the truck drove into position.

“7 a.m. wake up! 7 a.m. wake up! 7 a.m. wake up!” He grunted. 7 a.m and he had to wake up. “Paulina! Prepare my shaving cream!” He heard no response. Lazy chink girl. Nowadays she was keeping him waiting for 5 minutes or something. Some people had no consideration. And now she was also beginning to get suspicious of him owing money to his workers. What a lazy woman. “Get my slippers! I can’t get out of bed without my slippers!” She didn’t even answer! His pudgy toes touched the carpet. The girl didn’t even prepare breakfast! She must have run away again!

The sound of hydraulic garbage compactor clanked and shivered outside the house, and somewhere there, somewhere inside, was a short, stifled scream.

By Sean Seet

Write a five-word sentence. Now use each as the beginning word in five consecutive paragraphs of a story. Repeat as many times as needed to tell the tale.
 * Task 5**

All young children are cute. All this while, I had thought he was the mad and evil one, not his cute little angelic brother. Young as I am, I should not have believed it. How could someone be so utterly generous? I should have known it was an act. Children have always been the best actors. "Are you a demon in disguise?" I asked him again as he ran screaming round and round the house. I shouldn't have accepted this babysitting job. "Cute." Paul said when he got back. "You've found a nice way to keep him quiet" I replied,"Well, I am a baby //sitter."//

Mary was eating a burger.

Mary is my cousin. She just loves food. She eats at least five meals a day, not including her snacks of chocolate, sweets, and cake. She was generous, and always shared her food with me.

Was Mary obese? Some people would ask me that question. Well, the answer, surprisingly enough, is NO. Yes, it is weird, I know, but it is true. Even though Mary eats a lot, she works it off everyday on her exercising machines.

Eating might have been Mary’s favourite activity, but she didn’t neglect her health either. Everyday, she walked on the treadmill for half an hour. After that, she jogs for an hour.

A good day of exercise and good food is what Mary likes best. I often accompany her for jogging, and I find, to my horror, I can’t keep up with her. She always has to shout ‘Come on, Jane!’

Burgers are what we eat on weekends after a good workout!

Hazel

Sentence: She was up at night.

She shivered in fright, with the trees thrashing about in the howling wind. The window panes rattled madly, and there she was, her eyes wide open and filled with fear...Why did Father have to go on that trip? This house was havoc without him, her irresponsible and hot-tempered mother whacking she and her 4 siblings for no rhyme or reason. Who did she think she was? Leaving whenever she pleased and returning only to ask for money. What had happened to the perfect family not long ago? All of a sudden, Zannah thought she heard some noises...

Was that the sound of footsteps drawing closer and closer? Or...was that someone knocking at the door? Zannah curled herself up and pulled the covers over her shoulders, her hands clammy with perspiration. Just then, the crisp voice of her youngest sister could be heard, "Big Sis, are you awake? Can I come in?" Thankful, she answered, "Yes, I'm awake. Come in." Cheryl stepped into the dusty room and walked towards her sister, plopping herself down on Zannah's bed. The little girl, hugging her stuffed toy, looked at her oldest sister and asked, "Sis, when is Daddy coming back? I missed Daddy..." Tears welled up in her eyes and the dam of tears broke. Zannah stroke those pink cheeks of Cheryl's while she looked for an answer desperately.

"Up in the mountains, Cheryl. Dad will be away for a long time...he's busy with his business..." Was probably the best answer I could come up with. However, deep down in my heart, I knew that that was untrue. Dad would never be coming home. Why did he have to embark on that trip? I avoided her innocent stare, making sure she didn't see the tears that were stinging my eyes. "No...I can't exhibit any sign of sadness in front of Cheryl. She'll suspect that something is wrong." I told myself firmly. Patting Cheryl's head, I said, "Go and sleep, Cheryl. It's late." She nodded her head obediently and walked out of my room. Standing up, I walked to the window.

At the window, the night was tranquil and everything and everyone seemed to be at peace. Even temperamental Mother was sound asleep and snoring away...

Night was probably the worst time of the day. Whenever I saw my bed, I would reminisce those times when Dad tucked me into bed and kissed me on the cheek before saying a gentle "Good night". Now it was all gone. Those were just memories. //I miss you, Dad.//

Zera

Sentence: They want that lovely painting.

They always get away with their pranks. I didn't do anything! Why am I the one to get scolded instead? I yelled silently.

"...want is different from need. You may want to push the blame to your younger brothers, but you need to admit your mistakes. Understand?" My mother's voice cut through the air. How I wish Danny and Alan were never born. To my mother, it meant that the youngest was always not the one at fault, as they were "so young and innocent", even though the twins were already ten. And "young and innocent"? If they were innocent, I was an angel...

That year, on the eighteenth of April, I would turn thirteen. My best friends and I were planning to go out for a movie.

"Lovely!" I exclaimed when my friends discussed with me the plan for the day on the sixteenth. It was simple-we would watch a movie, have lunch, then go shopping for the rest of the day. And yet, since it had been so long since I had gone out with Anna and Heather. I made up my mind that I would make full use of that one day in the year, the only day I was allowed to go out.

Painting a picture in my mind about how that day would be like, I was interrupted by my mother's sharp -and rather irritating- voice. "Sarah! I have an appointment, and you have to look after the twins! Don't you break any more vases and plates this time, girl! My appointment is in two days time!" "Eighteenth? But that's my birthday!" "Sarah, get this straight- you won't be celebrating your birthday until the twins are twelve!" With that, she stalked out of my room. I hate her.

Melissa

“Angels?! Would you call devils angels?” I muttered resentfully under my breath. My mother had forbidden me to go out with my friends and what more, left me to take care of my //darling// brothers. Hah! They only acted to be nice and cute in front of the adults, but when the adults’ backs were turned, they unsheathed their claws.
 * Angels play harps in heaven.**

“Play! We want to play!” they screamed at me. Shaking my head, I told them to go on with their homework first. Little did I know that they had already finished their homework, with the help of the stolen answer key. With a sigh, I let them into their playroom and went on with my boring homework- a report on harps.

Harps, a few thousand harps, couldn’t make as much noise as my brothers. Before I could write the first sentence, I had to run to the playroom. My brothers were tearing each other apart, shouting incoherently. Grabbing one of them in each hand, I put each of them in their own room, bringing them some toys each. I thought, relieved, that this was all the harm they could do.

In no time at all, my brothers had found a new way of torture. First, they each threatened me that they would tell Mama that I locked them in their rooms. So, I put them in their playroom. Then, they screamed they were tired. So, I had to carry them back into their rooms. And then… well you should know what they did.

“Heaven is where you can hear the best pieces of music an harp can offer…” I wrote in my report. Stopping for a moment, I sighed. Heaven would be anyplace without my brothers, where I could have some peace and quiet to finish this report. Sigh…
 * //Yu Teng//**