Write about losing someone close to you.

Write about losing someone close to you.

22nd of december. It used to be the day I look forward to for it was my birthday. I still remembered vividly the celebrations my parents made; they were simply memorable and full of laughter... It was the 22nd of december today but there were no signs of happiness- not even a festive atmosphere. Why? It was also the day when my brother passed away...

There were only two offsprings in our family: my brother and I. My brother was eight years senior of me yet the age gap between us proved to be nothing- we knew each others' deepest secrets that nobody else had heard of. We were really close, so close that we were said to be inseperable. However, a dreadful war broke out. My brother, being of legal age, was forced to fight for the country.

It was the day where he had to provide his service to the nation. We made a promise before he left that he would return home alive. There were hints of despair hidden within his eyes, I could see it, but paid no heed to it. The embrace we had was long; his hands lingered on my back. Even when I tried to push him away, he resisted. "Just awhile longer." I relented to his request. He only broke the hug when a truck came and honked him. He scrutinized my face hard and murmured a woeful goodbye before slowly turning towards his soon-to-be comrades. He then walked( or rather, dragged his feets) to them, There was a certain emotion I could not grasp then, but I knew it so well now. It was the feeling of knowing that one could see the beloved one for the last time...

His gaze was still directed at me when the automoblie moved. Me, being the age of fourteen, just stupidly smiled at him and wished "for the best" befoe I hurried back home. I felt his eyes boring into my back even as I ran, I thought he was being overly-emotional then, so I shrugged it off. Little did I know that it would be the last time I see him alive...How I wish we could reverse time... I bet if I were to turn and return his look, tears would be spotted trickling down his cheeks.

For months, reports of our losing battle were broadcast everywhere- yet there were no news of my brother. Even as I blindly placed my faith in his promise, somewhere deep inside me, I had already feared for the worst and the worst came indeed!

A pale-looking middle-aged man came knocking on our doorstep on that fateful day(22nd december)- right before I blew my birthday cake- and announced my sibling's death with a hoarse, forlorn voice.

My mind went numb; I did not know what to do or thing. Then thoughts of the stranger lying came to me, I wanted to ask, but my father beat me into it.

"It was the truth that I speak of," he softly( yet firmly) replied. I had the urge to inquire him the same question again, but was interrupted curtly by my mother's shrill piercing cries. She latched herself onto her husband arms, seeking comfort. My yearnings halted when I reasoned with myself.

"Then again," I thought. "Why would he lie?" It took me awhile before realization hit me: my brother had died, he broke the promise.

For a brief moment, an overwhelming surge of anger dominated my mixture of emotions. "How dare he broke our promise! It was a promise! Does it meant nothing to him at all?" I ran up to his room, and began trashing his belongings out of the window. "Be gone and never come back!" After venting my anger, I slumped down against a wall. Knees raised to meet my chest, I placed my hands on the former and rested my head against it before weeping sorrowfully. The agitated thoughts turned into soft mumblings pleas. "Please come back." A pause. "I miss you...brother."

Despair

Despair

"Freddy, I am sorry to say this, but your parents died in a car crash," reported a policeman.

My eyes widened in disbelief. I questioned him in a shaky voice regarding the truth of what he just said, he replied me with a nod. Eyes that were of sympathy were cast in my direction, but I paid no heed to it. My mind went numb; I did not know what to do or think. For what felt like hours later, the horrible realization came to me: my parents had left and I was alone.

Out of the blue, an uncontrollable surge of intense pain came at me. It was so excruciating that it felt like someone had stabbed through my heart with the sharpest sword. Tears began to trickle down my cheeks. Unable to handle reality, I made a blind dash out of my house, ignoring the guest who brought the dreadful news.

After a lengthy amount of time, I tripped on an obstacle. Still weeping sorrowfully, I took a glance at the surroundings. The silvery moon perched lazily on the vast blue sky. The short high yaps of dogs echoed through the distance. I was in the midst of a lush forest, forlorn and lonely. I did not know where I was; I was lost. The feeling of sadness intensified.

The monotonious creek-creek-creek of the crickets seemed to soothe my woebegone state. However, it was of no help. Sighing, I stood up and ventured about the unknown territory. Moments later, i have up and plopped myself on a patch of grass.

Suddenly, a low growl was heard from behind me. My heart began to race; my mind was in a frenzy: what could be the possible source?

As if on cue, the answer revealed itself from the bushes. It was a wolf. Startled, I let loose a high-pitched shriek. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins when the ferocious animal howled and took a leap towards me.

Feeling hopeless and dejected, I closed my eyes and placed my hands by my side, ready to embrace death. Nothing came. In an attempt to understand the scenario, I took a peek. My eyes widened when I witnessed my elder brother wrestling with the fierce creature. He had actually intervened the overgrown-canine's mid-air assault and risked his life in the process. If the carnivore were to feed on him...

Anguish dominated my body- I had already lost my parents, I could not lose my last kin. I was pondering on my next course of action when a shout from my brother broke my train of thoughts.

"Don't just stand there! Do something!"

I jolted and scanned the ground. My eyes were furrowed for the darkness of the night hindered my search; clammy hands were cast around in quest of a potential weapon, but of no avail. The pants of the prey seemed to grow heavier over time, signaling his exhaustion and perhaps, the end of our lives. Desperation hung heavily in the air. When all hope seemed to have lost, the clouds moved away, letting rays of the moon
hit the earth and revealed an axe. Without hestiation, I grabbed hold of it and scurried over to male in distress. I handed him the lethal weapon and he chopped off the predator's head. The decapitated struggled for awhile before it stopped moving. The ordeal was finally over.

Face tainted with a tinge of blood, he looked up at me with a pair of concerned eyes. "Are you okay?" he inquired. I nodded and felt elated for once in the day.

Jubilantly, I held out my hand to him and he took it. Then, he ruffled my hair with the other hand. "Don't go missing again." My heart swelled in happiness at that statement as it dawned to me that I was not alone at all.

Hands still interlinked, we took a stroll back home. I still had my beloved brother, I was not alone in the world. I was no longer in despair.

An essay on "Creation"

Creation

For years, there was an epidemic causing sufferings and havoc in its wake. Raging fear into even the most healthiest of people, this unstoppable force could move even an immovable object. It was a minor virus initially, but somehow, it had managed to mutate into something lethal. The virus was like a pack of hyenas- dangerous, never alone, feeds on its own kind and had a common cunning characteristic: a natural ability to stay undetected until upon further inspection. Infected individuals carry them without knowing and pass on the deadly virus to unwilling souls. The indisposed, after a fortnight, will inevitably experience an excruciating pain in the lower abdomen. Whilst the damsels in distress toss and turns, clutching their bellies, screaming in agony, the virus makes its presence known by colouring the stomach coral blue. Within seconds, the suffering victim would kick the bucket. Due to that very fact, it was given the name: "The Siren's Call". There was no known cure yet- the existence of mankind was dubious. Until one day...

"Okay, here we go," I mumbled to myself. I put on a pair of white rubber gloves and they tightened around my wrists with a resounding snap. Then, I started to prepare the necessary for my experiment- Apparatus, a sample of The Siren's Call and a possible cure for it. When everything was in order, I took hold of a dropper and suck in a generous amount. Beads of pespiration started to form on my forehead, "what if I fail?" I questioned myself. The survival of the entire population lay on my shoulders. The burden I bore was unavoidable, failure was not an option. The cure must be found at any cost, even if it meant sacrificing my body to it. Holding a testtube containing The Siren's Call in the other hand, I gently squeezed the potential life-saver into it. If it was to be proven successful, I would be able to change the fate of the world.

The new solution in the testtube began to bubble violently; the original dull colour(brown) turned vibrant red within seconds. My eyes widened at the astounding discovery and I grinned. It was positive. Years of hard work had not been in vain. The passive demeanour around me soon changed into a full blown scream of accomplishment. Without further ado, I sent the relevant details of my creation to the other few selected renown researchers. After a brief brainstorm session, We had decided to spread the use of the vaccination worldwide.

A few days later, I received a phone call from Doctor John. "Patients that have used your medicine have died and bled from their ears and eyes. The virus has mutated since The Siren's Call..."

Unable to deal with the outcome of my foolishness, I hung up on him.

Never did I think that a creation to save mankind could become one that eliminates them. Never did I think that a man that tried to save humanity could be created to become a killer.

"What have I created?"