Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Composition (unedited) contributed by Ahmad - Read and Suggest a suitable title

“This is such a bother,” I cursed to myself. I had bought myself a car and I still had not gotten a driver’s licence.
The public transport was full and crowded with people. They were very noisy somehow, people chatting, listening to their music on full volume, people chomping down their food loudly on purpose so as to annoy others. The road was full of cars, honking at each other to move. Luckily, the bus had an alternate route to avoid the traffic. I was heading to work. Suddenly, the bus swerved, trying to avoid a speeding car.
The vehicle was tilting. Everyone was shaken by the effect of tilting. An old woman fell off her chair. An Indian woman’s baby is crying loudly. A boy from a primary school hit his head against his chair and was knocked out. Finally, the bus landed on its right side, my head bumped into one of the metal poles and started to hurt, and my whole body started aching. I did not know anything, but the last thing I heard was loud, high-pitched shrieks. When my senses settled, I saw everybody knocked out or hurt, groceries that an old lady bought were on the ground and the baby that was crying was bleeding profusely. The old lady was out cold so I helped her lean against the aisle of the bus.
There was chaos all around, like an apocalypse. I leaned against the aisle. What had happened? I reached for my phone inside a pocket, but found it crushed to pieces. Sighing, I slowly stood up, knees wobbly. I looked around, observing everybody. Most of them were losing blood rapidly and the rest are dead already. There was nothing and no one to help me. I was so depressed that I felt like tearing my hair off. To relieve myself, I took out a cigarette from a box in my pocket and started smoking. Drip, drip. What was dripping? I tilted my head and my jaw dropped. I dropped my cigarette and started running as fast as my feet could carry me. There was a pool of oil. It burned and so did the bus. BOOM! There was a big explosion. Smoke filled the air around me. As I dropped to my knees, I tried to reflect on all that has happened until now.
“It wasn’t my fault,” I whispered to myself.
I hammered the ground with my fist. Sirens were blaring a few miles away. As the blaring got louder, the police cars and fire engines got nearer. The sirens stopped blaring once the officers and firemen came out of their vehicles.
The firemen brought along their hose and used the emergency water supply to put out the large fire. A police officer held out his hand. I grabbed it and stood up. The officer’s name was Lieutenant Lenny. He questioned me on how the fire started and what exactly happened. I felt scared to tell him, I was shocked and could not explain to him.
“Tell you what, I’ll bring you back to the police post and we can question you there, alright?” Lt. Lenny asked me.
I nodded to his idea and agreed to it. He pulled me up and walked me over to the police car. I slid into the seat of the car. Now they only had to question me and I only had to answer them. The unreasonable speeding driver had to be caught but they needed my help. I calmed myself down and finally started to answer his questions. Now, to finish off this case, the only thing that was left to do was to catch the irresponsible driver!

4 comments:

  1. Si En

    Bus On Fire
    Fire is A Good servant but a bad Master
    Cigarette could Kill You
    Oil of the Hell
    Oily Association
    Slip and Burn
    Oh No
    Burn Down in Flames

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  2. Si En

    Sry I forgot 2 put the "!!!!"

    Bus On Fire
    Fire is A Good servant but a bad Master
    Cigarette could Kill You
    Oil of the Hell
    Oily Association
    Slip and Burn
    Oh No!!!!
    Burn Down in Flames

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  3. The Unfinished Case of an Irresponsible Driver.
    By Gregory

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