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Paragraph Writing by Maryam Aamir

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I searched around the beach looking for my lost earring. It was dark. The only source of light was the luminescent light reflecting off the moon and bouncing off the sea. I searched the area I thought I had lost the earring, only to be disappointed. Trying to find my way back, I heard a sound coming not far from where I was. With intrigue taking full control of me, I ventured towards the source and found a cat trying to fish out its prey. I tried to stay quiet, hoping to admire it from a far but my feet came over a seashell, or a twig, or whatever that thing was. The cat looked at me for a second, it’s eyes glittering and wide, before running off. I looked on, as the cat became smaller and smaller and the ring from its bell became quieter until it vanished and could not be seen again.

Home Alone. By Areesha Fatima

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As usual, rushing my husband out of the house and sending my 6-year-old to preschool is how I begin my day. Nowadays, the little one has started kicking my belly with even more enthusiasm. So, you can say that I am mostly half asleep and not in the right state of mind these days.

I hurriedly slammed the door and made my way to the cozy couch on which stood a rotten, half eaten sandwich and my husband’s tie which he had been looking for since as long as I can remember.

There it was! I was again, like every day, home alone! To me this was freedom. It was and still is one of the best feelings. Pretty much like salvation or inner satisfaction.

Trust me, my husband and kids are amazing, cannot be more grateful! So please don’t think that I am fed up of them.  But it’s just that a little time off from the daily hectic routine is what brings me at peace.

It took some pills for my runny nose and nausea and smilingly, shut my eyes with pleasure.

Of course, someone or something had to interfere, right? Who could it be at this hour of the morning knocking at the door so rudely? Literally, all I thought about was who came and most importantly, why? “Entirely and successfully ruined my sleep.”, I said as a frown took over my innocent face. Could it be the milkman or the gardener, but why would they come again?

Getting up from the couch with the most distinct and powerful eye-roll and having no clue of what is happening and where I was headed to. I instantly grabbed the cloth on the couch which I thought was my scarf, but actually was the cape of my son’s superhero figure. I didn’t realize this until the following happened.

As soon as I opened the door, thinking that I was wrapping the scarf around my neck, I swung the cape so hard that the tough, metallic body quite energetically hit the eye of the person at the door. And there you see, it was my husband who now had a well-blended black-eye! How great is that?

Now, you may wonder why he came back. Obviously, the same tie on the couch was what he needed and now I am just curious about how the explanation to this incident will be given to his boss. No one knows, I am sure he doesn’t know either.

So, that my friends, is just a regular day of me at home all alone which also reminds me that the superhero figures and the rest of the mess at home needs to be cleaned up right away!

Paragraph writing. By Syed Arbaaz Ahamad

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It was a hot summer day, my cat and I went to the beach. I could see the bright golden sand which was dazzled in sunlight making the sand sparkle like a thousand mini jewels. I could see the different sizes and shapes of the seashells scattered across the sand. I could smell salt water and the distinct smell of fish. There were many shops at the beach, where they sold many different items from a silver little bell to a pure diamond earring. The atmosphere of the beach felt peaceful and relaxing.

Sort Paragraph Writing. By Ahmad Raja

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Mama and papa had left the house for quite a while now. 

I don’t know where they went, but I had been told by my guardian; Otis, that they are with the angles, and the angles are taking great care of them.

But my class fellows at school say that I am never going to meet mama and papa again, they make me sad.

There are some blocks of concrete In front of the cathedral which the elders call ‘tombstones’. They are standing upright and they have mama and papa’s names on them, so whenever I miss mama and papa, Otis takes me there and tells me to say anything I want to tell mama and papa here because they can hear me from there, maybe there is a phone in the concrete tombstones. I must say, technology has advanced quite a lot.

Today, it’s been a year that mama and papa are not home, and Otis made me wear a black coat over a white shirt with a red bow tie and a black pant with shiny black shoes.

He was taking me to the cathedral and as we neared, the sound of the choir became louder and louder.

As we were about to enter, the iron bar windows of the cathedral were entangled by ivy climbing up the walls and I thought, what if the windows die by the strangling, but Otis said that iron is very strong unlike humans and cannot be strangled by such weak plants.

Otis made me stand on a cross on the ground and told me that I have become a big boy now and that I should know the truth now.

I couldn’t wait what Otis had to tell me, the excitement made adrenaline rush through my veins.

“I am really sorry for your loss Owen and I am really sorry that I have to tell you this, but you have to know or else it could cause problems later on. Mama and papa died in a car crash last year….” Said Otis in an emotional and heartbreaking voice.

All the adrenaline had vanished, my sight became blurry, I fell down by this shock and my eyes were flooded by tears. I had realised that I am a big boy now.

Home Alone. By Minahil Malik

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My beauty sleep getting interrupted for the sixth time this week. Staring at that ball of fire, crackling with light and  giving it a pep talk on why it keeps on interrupting my sleep but it never seems to listen or respond back. Maybe, it doesn’t speak my language; whatever the case is it needs to stop, it’s seriously starting to piss me off at this point.

Stretching my paws and taking a big yawn, I stepped out of my castle and retrieved down stairs in search of my human, which by the way, I might add, keeps on calling me Olive. My name is Mitch, and we’ve had this argument many times but she never seems to cope up so, I let her call me “Oliver”. Snapping my neck left to right I found no signs of her, even her scent wasn’t there. 

“Human!” I meowed. “Human!” I meowed again. Gosh! Where is that girl? I swear if there’s no food in my bowl I’m turning this place upside down. Searching the whole house for the servant that works for me, it was time for me to take control of this household and for things to go my way. 

Jumping on the counter and deliberately knocking things over; I looked at the broken glass scattered all over the place. “Oops”, I said to myself. I wonder how that happened.

Twitching up my nose, the smell of good old tuna started filling up my nose and soon enough, I was using my paws to open up this damn cupboard and after working years on it, the old thing opened but caused all the tuna cans to drop all over the floor. It was like a tuna swimming pool! 

Looking at the shelf and the floor back and forth,”well, more for me!” I exclaimed to myself. I mean what’s the worst that can happen? She can’t return me back to the shelter, can she?!

Paragraph Writing. By Ahmad Raja

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Everyone is a dreamer.

An actor is a dreamer, a dreamer who dreams to be someone he is not but that dream makes him take a sheet over the reality that he is. A creator, also a dreamer, a dreamer who dreams of people, of situations, of things, of world’s, of fiction.Same with a swimmer. He doesn’t not think, he dreams of winning every competition and turns the dough to bread. A dough which is meant to be heated just right, or else the pressures and stress would burn him alive. One not heated by the fire would always be an immature dreamer, but the one heated just right, would make dreams come true.

Why I came to School. By Hamid Irfan

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It was a stone cold February morning. My fantasy filled dreams were interrupted by my alarm clock ringing louder than an air-raid siren. I drowsily turned it off and proceeded to climb out of bed. As soon as my toes touched the freezing cold floor, I jumped back into bed, wrapped myself up in my blanket and vowed not to get out again.         

My peaceful sleep was once again interrupted but this time, it was not by an alarm clock but instead the sound of my mom storming into the room. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t in a particularly pleasant mood. She gave me a never-ending lecture on being lazy and when I glanced at the clock, I jumped out of my socks when I saw that it was 7:45 AM. I begged my mother to let me stay home and attend online school instead but she would not hear of it.         

I presented my mother with an entire speech on the dangers of driving fast when one is in a hurry and the advantages of being able to sit in front of my laptop in my bed and attend classes while staying happy and warm, but the one single word she uttered which was dreaded by every child extinguished the spark of hope in my heart. All she said was “NO!” and then walked away from the room. I heard her saying “If you’re not downstairs in the next two minutes then there will be no breakfast for you.”         

The thought of a warm ‘Aloo Paratha’ made my eyes light up and I quickly got dressed and glided down the stairs, but only to realise that the warm ‘Aloo Paratha’ had been replaced by a soggy omelette and a glass of milk.           Sitting in the car, the only thought that came to my mind was, “Why did I come to school?” We could get the same education online, eat luxury meals for breakfast and stay in our pyjamas all day.” These thoughts did not ease my despair and all I could do was remorse in my own sadness.

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Describe (a moment of) madness. By Ahmad Raja

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(Searching for something in the river)

“GOLD GOLD GOLD!”, Screamed Hajaturian  

Hajaturian couldn’t control his excitement, his happiness, his emotions.

Hands splashing on the water made water droplets fly up in the air and the sunlight which was coming on his face was refracted by the happy water droplets which made tiny rainbows on Hajaturian’s beautiful face,having two hazel eyes looking like the world’s most beautiful and priceless gems by the sun’s rays traveling in. 

His beautiful big smile surrounded by his blackish white beard had become a safe haven for the water droplets, the droplets which didn’t want to go back in the river, wanted to stay out and see the outer world, to see and feel Hajaturian’s emotions, the reason for his excitement.

“What a madman.”, Giggled the handful of people around Hajaturian who were volunteers assisting him just for his joyful company.

“GOLD!”, They also screamed.

Laughter and screams of people screaming ‘gold’ had taken over the environment.

A mad yet lovely environment was made by this.

Just imagine a scene of a movie in slow motion, people splashing water, having huge smiles on their faces, laughing and hugging each other, everyone kissing Hajaturian’s cheeks and praising him.

Making snow angels in the flowing river.

A fate changing moment, a moment of love, a moment or madness. 

Paragraph Writing by Javeria Asif

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Ding Dong. The bell rang, it’s high pitched tones forcing their way into my eardrums, making themselves heard. Hastily, I dragged myself out of bed and padded towards the doorstep, my cat, Minnie trailing closely behind. Who could be at my house this early? I rarely had visitors and when I did, none of them had the audacity of showing up before the crack of dawn. Minnie, interrupting my curiosity, whined at my feet, demanding breakfast. Sighing, I took a quick detour to the kitchen and slapped some fresh fish into her bowl, which she seemed quite pleased with judging by the approving look she gave me – that cat! Finally reaching my door, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes to see a great big brown box. I tried lifting it up, to no avail, so eventually I just dragged it inside. It was sealed as tightly as a caterpillar enclosed in its cocoon before metamorphosis into a butterfly. Once I managed to open it up, I was graced with a peculiar sight: the box was full to the brim with seashells and earrings;  an odd combination. 

Paragraph Writing By Marium Faisal

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I once went on a trip with my friends to the Southside Beach. We made a plan and settled for 17th October. We were excited to check the beach in winters. Sooner afterwards, James rang the bell in my house as I was the one who had to take all my friends to the beach. I took James and picked Sara as well as Arthur. It took us half an hour to reach there. We quickly ran to the beach in excitement and found a couple of sea shells. Sara collected the ones she really liked. We also discovered a dead fish in plan sight, it looked unsightly. However, even after that, we went to get some food as we were famished and then we headed back home. Later onwards, I realised I had lost one of my earrings back at the beach. I was upset but I refused to drive for half an hour again.