Our Narrative Practice

I was living the dream. I had a good job, big house and a loving family... As i said ‘I ‘was’ living the dream’. Yes I was. Until my boss fired me. So, I couldn’t pay the bill. And I sold the house. I sacrificed my self because we only had three tickets for the people to go to Germany to live with my wifes parents. Well, that was two weeks ago. They only left me with twenty five dollars. Right now I am walking a tightrope, in a circus. I know it's weird but its my new job now. This is my first time in front of a crowd. My head started to hurt from the concentration as I kept reminding myself of the deal. The deal was that if I don’t mess up, I will keep the job. It was my only hope. I practiced a lot for this. I just wish i was still lucky...THUMP!

“W-where am I?” all i could see was white blur. The my eyes came together. I was in the hospital. Oh no. I’ll be in debt now. How will I survive now that my jobs gone. “Sir, please lie down” someone said in a polite girly voice. Thats all I heard. Since my life is unlucky now ... Its gone totally BIZARRE! By the way now I’m in some old asian guys house. He payed for my debt and took me. I am really thankfull. But I guess thats quite lucky. Well, right now the old man is chanting ancient words and massaging my back. Maybe he’s ancient too! Just to say, it feels really good. As I was just about to doze off ... When two small kids around six, seven years old bursted into the room looking like two annoying brats thirsty to annoy someone. I quickly shut my eyes to tell them that I was taken. I guess, that didn't work.

I felt small creepy hands chopping and scrunching my back like its playdough! Well I’m NOT! The ancient guy was trying to tell the kids off. “AHHH!” ,I couldn’t help it! They were like squirmy spiders,sluggish snakes, horrible hippos... I raced out of the room! To be honest, I actually limped out of the room just noticing that my right leg has been injured. I was so slow... So humiliated. I tried harder. The two children were just gazing at me in shock. They quickly bowed down and said something. I’m sure it was an apology. I guess I am a family member now.

Its been around two years since that accident...Wow... Time goes fast. I can speak Japanese now. Its quite cool. I have a new job. My goal is to save enough money to travel to Germany. My lifetime goal...I hope my goal will come true someday.

My Compost Narrative

The squishy sound of the scraps dig deep into the mountain.Eliza scampered through the tunnels looking around searching for the most luscious scraps.The tunnel seemed endless.She noticed some chattering.There were tiger worms having a chat about how they reached there. Eliza stopped and said, “Hi,do you know where the most delicious scraps are?” The thickest worm replied straight away, “Just around the corner...mmmm...I can sense it. I’ll come too.” He said as he stuffed himself with a piece of banana skin.

There was an awkward silence as they searched through the tunnel.”Ah, are we there yet?”Eliza said quietly trying to break the silence.”Nearly...there.” Eliza noticed wrinkles on the worm and thought that the worm wasn’t just made out of fat it was just OLD ...eating a lot ....Eliza became confused. Wondering and moving forward .She became even more confused than ever.”Stop!”Eliza nearly fell over hearing such a loud scream.”We’re here...’.The old but fat worm shrieked.”By the way don’t wonder while moving forward you don’t know where you’re going to end up in this maze.”.He turned his head facing the mushy wall and started drilling.Eliza sat down and started to wait.She fiddled with her tail.Still waiting.”-oh-!” The fat worm was already half way through the new tunnel! Eliza sprinted after him.

Huffing into her furry woodmice chest,she lost him.All Eliza could hear was crunching,munching and the sound of the most luscious scraps being eaten.Eliza gave up.She was finding her way out feeling like she was scampering in circles. Or...maybe she was.Stressing herself out, Eliza gave up again.Lost.Alone.Nowhere.Eliza curled up into a furry ball keeping warm while she has a sleep.Tears trickled down her fur as she slept.

Night began to fall.Eliza woke up forgetting what had happened  the day before.”Muuum!”
Eliza shouted effortlessly as she stood up.”Hmm? Where am i?!”Eliza felt sad deep inside just remembering the tragic night before.”I can’t believe i did this, swearing i would come back with food ... “Eliza said sadly as she was imagining what could’ve happened to her family.Eliza set another quest.

She scurried to every corner of the compost searching for gold.Nights past so quickly.The journey seemed endless...Alas! Luscious food!Eliza sniffed the air,following the scent.”Mmmm,I can almost taste it”.Eliza closed her eyes still following the smell while imagining what it would be,what will it taste like?Mmmm.Eliza just remembered what the old worm said. She couldn’t remember every single word. “Don’t close your eyes while walking,you never know where you will end up.Maybe in manure or even on a badger.” “I think thats it”.Still looking up.”Ahhh!MPH!”.She had a small fall. And ended up something brown...very brown.”Eww! I can’t believe myself!”.Eliza swam up a popped her head out.She looked around.There was a wide  land (covered in darkness of course).”I,i made it.I made it out!Woohoo!!”Eliza danced on the manure.”SHAME SUCCORS!”.

Then Eliza examined the pile of compost.”Alright!”She said and she found her treasure.”Yum food”.Eliza scurried home with food pile balancing on her back.Finally when Eliza reached home she dumped the food on the ground.”Muum!Daad!Sis!”.No One answered.Eliza searched every room only to find them empty.Tears trickled down Eliza’s cheeks as she checked every room one by one.Eliza found herself in the living room again.Again,alone. “....family....”.Eliza cried and cried nonstop.Time past as Eliza accepted her life alone searching through the compost every now and then.Finally Eliza decided to make a garden.She softened soil with a twig.Then Eliza felt something unusual.Eliza dug it out.Her eyes grew wide with heartfelt terror.Lying in the soil were three mammals.Three most loved ones.Eliza’s family lied there staring at the sky.Their bodies are now bones.Eliza recognized their scents as she gave moments of silence.Hanging her head Eliza shedded tears.

The End

My Recount Craft

My Craft:

Spoonful Of Sugar

It was the holidays and I was so bored.I urged for something exiting or something never done before.Then I had an idea.I stood there staring at the cupboard.My fingers were twiching like whiskers sensing something wonderful.So I opened the cuboard to see the jar.Which was filled with glorious,sugar.I felt a breeze of evilness.Since I haven’t tasted lollies, I should at least taste sugar by itself.So my eyes brightened with excitement.

I swished my head around like a meerkat looking for any signs of danger.The coast was clear.I reached for the jar and tip toed as high as possible.Like a baby reaching for his bottle.When I finally took hold of the jar,I quickly scrambled under the worst,most exposed hiding place ever.The Table.”Oh no! What have I done?  Why did I choose this place?”I cried to myself.”Aww I can’t be stuffed to get out !I’ll just stay here for a short while.”

So I started munching away.I couldn’t believe I was doing this!Then I took the biggest spoonful ever!My body felt more confident than it ever had.I widened my mouth to eat the most glorious spoonful ever.An evil grin slowly formed on my face, but at that moment it all disappeared because...Dad walked past.

Well, he didn’t exactly walk past.He hesitated then looked at the table.”Eep” as quick as a flash I was at the side of the table leaning against the wall.I covered the sugar with my arms I clenched my hands tighter and tighter. As dad bent lower and lower.I could see a glimpes of my dad’s face.So I shut my eyes firmly. Waiting for something to happen. Hoping for something better to happen.

I heard my dad’s voice saying my name.He hammered my hopes down.I give up.I opened my eyes to see a face glaring at me. “Here...” I said as I gave him the sugar jar . He looked at me.  Then looked the jar. He sighed. So did I, but my one was saying“It’s over.” Then I said ”I wanted to have a record of how long I could eat sugar.It was so delicious!”I didn’t want anything to happen to me.

That’s when I remembered the worst,most fearful punishment.The belt.I didn’t know what it was but my big brother got it.I knew I surrendered, but will dad still punish me?! I had to think fast. So I cried. Trying to make him feel sorry for me. I did that for a while. Then I actually cried for real! My dad fell for the real crying. He held my hand and took me out from under the table. He hugged me and I felt a bit better. I’ve learned my lesson as I looked under the table to see the spoonful of sugar.