I am glad that I have killed my wife. Yes, I admit. I have killed Leila, that unscrupulous woman. She gave me a whole lot of hell throughout her life. Finally, everything is solved that fateful day. I can say that it has been the happiest day of my life.
It was during the eight o’clock news that I finally made my decision. It was like an instinct, something she said triggered the anger inside me and there it happened. Just like that, I used my bare hands and strangled her with all my mighty strength. I should have used that wire cord of that Tiffany lamp. That would be the justification for what she had done. However, the feel of her neck snapping within my curling fingers as she struggled and struggled helplessly was something that I will never forget. It was something I enjoyed.
The plan of killing my wife had been building since our wedding. Maybe it started on the first night, when we fought in the suite and she went to the desk for a separate room. Our lives have not been like the other ‘happily ever after’ couples. You might be curious about why I have chosen her as my soul mate and said ‘I do’ down the aisle. I was foolish and love is blind, but only until the day I got married. I tried to stay away from her ever since, out of home, working like a bull, coming home late at night. That helped me a little to procrastinate my plans of getting rid of her. This went on for a few years until I was forced to an early retirement, replaced by someone with higher qualifications. I had no choice but to stay at home. My life became a nightmare.
That morning, like her usual routine, she sat in front of the television, watching her eight o’clock news, with her usual cold, half drunk coffee on the side table by her armchair. While I was reading my newspaper, she announced to me matter-of-factly that she has spent all my $100,000 savings to buy a Tiffany lamp. She claimed that the lamp was covered with Swarovski crystal stones from Africa and it even comes with a certificate. She thought it was a good investment for herself since I no longer have a job to support her. My heart blazed with rage. After the forced retirement, I was hoping for a vacation alone, traveling around the world with all the money I have earned. My plans were thwarted because of her insensible decision to drain off my whole savings for a stupid Tiffany lamp. In an impulse, I snapped.
Seeing her body laying lifelessly made me regain my senses. Like a bird released from a cage, I tasted freedom! She is dead, finally gone! No more spiteful words spearing through the ears, no more endless complaints, no more heavy chores, no more fierce insults and mostly, no more mother-in-law coming to tell her how to control her husband. I buried her body in the backyard that night and came up with the excuse that she decided to leave me for another man. My life was as perfect as the blue sky, until the police came knocking at my door.
It was a slight mistake which has caused me to lose my eternal freedom. If only I have realised she stored a hidden camera in the room and her incessant mother pursuing the case with the police, I could have savoured the perfect life longer. If only I had killed her mother as well. If only I could turn back the clock.
Pua Yu Min
Age 17
October 2009
SMK Damansara Jaya
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Clumsy Mrs. Slim
Once upon a time, there was a woman whose name was Mrs. Slim. She lived with her husband in a little cottage with pretty flowers around it. Mrs. Slim was plump and clumsy, but her husband, Mr Plump, was slim and graceful.
One day, Mrs. Slim was doing the washing. "Scrub, scrub, scrub," went Mrs. Slim humming a song to herself. She was enjoying herself. But after awhile, Mrs. Slim began to feel sleepy. Soon, "Zzz...Zzz...Zzz.." Mrs. Slim was snoring loudly. She had already fallen asleep! As for the tap. there was water wooshing out of the sink. But poor Mrs. Slim knew nothing about it. Within minutes, the whole village was flooded with water. THe villagers shouted for help. Their shouts woke Mrs. Slim up.
She got up, yawned and stretched her arms. "What is going on?" asked Mrs. Slim, startled with the flood and the people screaming and shouting.
"Oh no! What have you done?" yelled Mr. Plump, reaching into the sink. "I've just gone out for awhile and you've managed to flood the entire village!" said Mr. Plump, almost hysterical.
"Oh fiddlesticks!" said Mrs. Slim.
Once, Mrs. Slim was watering the flowers. "Splish, splash, splosh," went Mrs Slim clumsily. When she finished watering, she saw a dreadful sight. THe flowers were smashed and the fences were flat. "Who did all these things?" muttered Mrs. Slim.
"You did! Clumsy woman! You did! Look what you've done?"shouted Mr. Plump, horrified.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
Another time, Mrs. Slim decided to do some gardening to make up for her clumsiness. After five minutes, Mrs Slim was sweating and panting because of the hot sun. She leaned against her cottage. With a loud CRASH, the cottage tumbled and was crashed to pieces. And for her poor husband, he was caught in the damaged cottage. Mrs. Slim was exasperated. She quickly pulled Mr. Plump out of the heap of pieces. Luckily, he was not badly injured. But, they had no home for shelter.
From that day on, they began to build another cottage which was ten times bigger than their old one. So, Mrs. Slim would not bring the house down again. And for the walls, they were made of solid bricks.
But one day, Mrs Slim accidentally knocked into the wall of her house. And... BANG! The house crased down again!
Lim Ee Wen
March 2009
11 years old
One day, Mrs. Slim was doing the washing. "Scrub, scrub, scrub," went Mrs. Slim humming a song to herself. She was enjoying herself. But after awhile, Mrs. Slim began to feel sleepy. Soon, "Zzz...Zzz...Zzz.." Mrs. Slim was snoring loudly. She had already fallen asleep! As for the tap. there was water wooshing out of the sink. But poor Mrs. Slim knew nothing about it. Within minutes, the whole village was flooded with water. THe villagers shouted for help. Their shouts woke Mrs. Slim up.
She got up, yawned and stretched her arms. "What is going on?" asked Mrs. Slim, startled with the flood and the people screaming and shouting.
"Oh no! What have you done?" yelled Mr. Plump, reaching into the sink. "I've just gone out for awhile and you've managed to flood the entire village!" said Mr. Plump, almost hysterical.
"Oh fiddlesticks!" said Mrs. Slim.
Once, Mrs. Slim was watering the flowers. "Splish, splash, splosh," went Mrs Slim clumsily. When she finished watering, she saw a dreadful sight. THe flowers were smashed and the fences were flat. "Who did all these things?" muttered Mrs. Slim.
"You did! Clumsy woman! You did! Look what you've done?"shouted Mr. Plump, horrified.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
Another time, Mrs. Slim decided to do some gardening to make up for her clumsiness. After five minutes, Mrs Slim was sweating and panting because of the hot sun. She leaned against her cottage. With a loud CRASH, the cottage tumbled and was crashed to pieces. And for her poor husband, he was caught in the damaged cottage. Mrs. Slim was exasperated. She quickly pulled Mr. Plump out of the heap of pieces. Luckily, he was not badly injured. But, they had no home for shelter.
From that day on, they began to build another cottage which was ten times bigger than their old one. So, Mrs. Slim would not bring the house down again. And for the walls, they were made of solid bricks.
But one day, Mrs Slim accidentally knocked into the wall of her house. And... BANG! The house crased down again!
Lim Ee Wen
March 2009
11 years old
My Pet
I have a pet name Gubble. She is not a normal pet. She is a goblin. I found her in the ocean, when I was diving. I saw a shark about to eat her. So, I rescued the Goblin from the mean shark.
When I took her home, my neighbours said she was very cute. She was a very good goblin too. But, on the second birthday, she became naughty. She plucked all our flowers in the garden. She also ate up all our fish in the tank. When she was thirsty, she would go to the swimming pool and drink some water. Sometimes she would scare the people swimming in the pool. She often rummaged through the kitchen and made a mess.
One day, my father had an idea to teach her a lesson. My father sent her to military school for three months. After three months, she came back and turned the house into a military house. She made the whole family wake up at five o'clock and run around the neighbourhood. After that, she forced us to march back to our house. After having military breakfast, we had military class. Then we exercise and exercise and exercise some more. We were so extremely tired.
Then, I had an idea. My idea was to send her to Disneyland. After 3 months, she thought she was Tom, from the cartoon Tom and Jerry. So, she started to chase after my sister's hamster. My sister was very cross, so she spanked Gubble. The poor thing. Her bum was terribly red. She jumped up and down screaming, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
That night, my mother warned him, "If you continue to be naughty, I will send you back to the sea and let the shark eat you." From then on, she became good and nice. The End!
Vivian Chen
25 April 2009
8 years old
When I took her home, my neighbours said she was very cute. She was a very good goblin too. But, on the second birthday, she became naughty. She plucked all our flowers in the garden. She also ate up all our fish in the tank. When she was thirsty, she would go to the swimming pool and drink some water. Sometimes she would scare the people swimming in the pool. She often rummaged through the kitchen and made a mess.
One day, my father had an idea to teach her a lesson. My father sent her to military school for three months. After three months, she came back and turned the house into a military house. She made the whole family wake up at five o'clock and run around the neighbourhood. After that, she forced us to march back to our house. After having military breakfast, we had military class. Then we exercise and exercise and exercise some more. We were so extremely tired.
Then, I had an idea. My idea was to send her to Disneyland. After 3 months, she thought she was Tom, from the cartoon Tom and Jerry. So, she started to chase after my sister's hamster. My sister was very cross, so she spanked Gubble. The poor thing. Her bum was terribly red. She jumped up and down screaming, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
That night, my mother warned him, "If you continue to be naughty, I will send you back to the sea and let the shark eat you." From then on, she became good and nice. The End!
Vivian Chen
25 April 2009
8 years old
My Pet
I have a pet parrot called Googoo. He is a very cute and handsome parrot. I got the parrot from the jungle when I was going camping. While I was looking for some wood, I saw a parrot up in the tree. Then the parrot fell off the nest. He injured his wing.
I took it home and nursed it back to health. My cat chased after Googoo all over the house. Googoo's feathers fell off and became bald. He felt shy and ugly. My family and I saw Googoo and laughed at him.
My brother plucked the feathers from the feather duster and glued them onto Googoo. But Googoo looked like a chicken because the feather duster is made from chicken feathers. Then he started to cluck like a chicken.
Miss Lulu, my neighbour was so silly. She thought Googoo was a chicken and decided to catch Googoo to make chicken soup for dinner. Luckily my mother was able to rescue Googoo. My sister painted Googoo's feathers with colourful paint. Now Googoo looks like a real parrot.
Lee Xin Yi
SRK (C) Yuk Chai
18 April 2009
9 years old
I took it home and nursed it back to health. My cat chased after Googoo all over the house. Googoo's feathers fell off and became bald. He felt shy and ugly. My family and I saw Googoo and laughed at him.
My brother plucked the feathers from the feather duster and glued them onto Googoo. But Googoo looked like a chicken because the feather duster is made from chicken feathers. Then he started to cluck like a chicken.
Miss Lulu, my neighbour was so silly. She thought Googoo was a chicken and decided to catch Googoo to make chicken soup for dinner. Luckily my mother was able to rescue Googoo. My sister painted Googoo's feathers with colourful paint. Now Googoo looks like a real parrot.
Lee Xin Yi
SRK (C) Yuk Chai
18 April 2009
9 years old
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The Knight in Blinding Armour
Once upon a time, there was a prince called Peanut Butter. He lived in a farm with his father and about a hundred servants. His father had been bugging him to get married some time. You see Peanut Butter is not exactly your knight in shining armour. He is horribly ugly and likes to burp.
"One hour of bugging from my father is long enough," said Peanut Butter.
He had to go find a princess to get married. He said to himself, "Why is it that the prince has to go looking and never the princess?" So Peanut Butter (PB) started packing for his journey.
He started off by looking for the well-known princess, Sleeping Beauty. PB went to the castle and saw her in a cradle. He tried to wake her up but she started crying, "Moo, moo, moo."
PB could not stand the crying and told her, "Put a sock in it!"
She then started chewing on a sock! He decided not to marry her because she smelled like grandma's feet.
PB left the castle and went looking for another princess, Rabaldzel. He found the castle in the middle of the desert. She was in a room at the top of the castle. One problem, there was no door. So he called "Rabaldzel, Rabaldzel, let down your rope."
You see, as her name was Rabaldzel, she was bald. He did not like her either because she was annoying.
He still had one more princess to visit, Cinderella. She had two ugly step sisters and a step mother. PB was greeted warmly by them. He immediately fell in love with Panda, one of the step sisters. In the end, he got married to Panda and lived horribly ever ugly.
-Karthikeyan Selvarajah
Age 12, 2009
"One hour of bugging from my father is long enough," said Peanut Butter.
He had to go find a princess to get married. He said to himself, "Why is it that the prince has to go looking and never the princess?" So Peanut Butter (PB) started packing for his journey.
He started off by looking for the well-known princess, Sleeping Beauty. PB went to the castle and saw her in a cradle. He tried to wake her up but she started crying, "Moo, moo, moo."
PB could not stand the crying and told her, "Put a sock in it!"
She then started chewing on a sock! He decided not to marry her because she smelled like grandma's feet.
PB left the castle and went looking for another princess, Rabaldzel. He found the castle in the middle of the desert. She was in a room at the top of the castle. One problem, there was no door. So he called "Rabaldzel, Rabaldzel, let down your rope."
You see, as her name was Rabaldzel, she was bald. He did not like her either because she was annoying.
He still had one more princess to visit, Cinderella. She had two ugly step sisters and a step mother. PB was greeted warmly by them. He immediately fell in love with Panda, one of the step sisters. In the end, he got married to Panda and lived horribly ever ugly.
-Karthikeyan Selvarajah
Age 12, 2009
LAMB CAUSES CHAOS AT SCHOOL
By Mother Goose
Parents are still punishing the lamb. It is proven the lamb ate their children’s pants last week. All the parents are lining up from school to Elf Land to smack the lamb on its bum.
Photographers went to the school to take some photos of the bulging red bum belonging to the unhappy lamb.
The lamb said, “I didn’t bring money because Mary didn’t fill up my wallet with money so I can’t buy any food. And when I saw those delicious–looking pants, well you know what happened.”
Mary promised to fill up its wallet everyday and scolded it for being so silly. Parents from all over the country are donating pants to the lamb in case Mary forgets.
--Ng Zi Ling
SRK (C) Yuk Chai
Age 11, 2008
The Assassin
As the rain water started to drip down the brim of the peak of his cap, his arms began to stiffen from holding his upper body weight from the ground, so he tried to loosen his muscles with some small stretches. He could feel the dampness seeping through his shirt. His body started to shiver because of the coldness and he wished badly that he could light up a cigarette anytime soon. Under the shrubs, he fixed his sight at the abandoned house. As he was fixing his gaze through the scope he saw a movement. A car was passing through the lonely road, heading towards the bungalow. He lifted the rifle once again and sighted down to the front of the house. It was an old house.
There were vines hanging from the rooftop down along the wall. The house was surrounded by old and mouldy wooden fence and beyond the fences was a garden. The garden was infested with wild, thorny weed grass. There was a stone path leading towards the main door. The windows around the house looked grubby and some of them were even broken. A sudden lightning ripped through the dark clouds. Wet puddles filled the holes along the road. The car continued its journey and he lowered his guard.
He was lying down under the tree, a big and shady willow at the hillside. He had been there for hours watching over the small cottage houses down below. It has been drizzling since morning and the floor was damp. He hated the weather. It was cold and his clothes were wet but it has stopped raining, at least. He fixed his sight at the small abandoned house.
The calmness of the hillside was suddenly broken by the sound of engine. With his sensitive ears, he knew it was the target, heading down the road towards the house. He chewed his gum and lifted the rifle. Once again, he sighted down to the front of the house.
The blue car turned off the road onto the muddy, rutted path leading to the house. A man was driving the car. It was an old Nissan with a damaged bumper. He noticed that the windscreen wiper was defective too. The man stopped his car at the front of the gate. He stepped out onto a puddle of water as he came out of his car. Cursing under his breath, he leaned on his car and lit a cigarette. He was waiting for someone.
It started to drizzle again. The man walked briskly into the shelter of the front porch. He sat on the bench and watched the rain. He felt a chill as the wind blew. He got up again and lit another cigarette. This time, the assassin lifted up his rifle and aimed quietly at him. The sound of gunshot echoed through the quiet drizzle.
The assassin packed his things and picked up the cartridge case lying on the wet ground. He hiked down to his car and disappeared.
The front porch lay silent as it continued to drizzle.
-Pua Yu Min
There were vines hanging from the rooftop down along the wall. The house was surrounded by old and mouldy wooden fence and beyond the fences was a garden. The garden was infested with wild, thorny weed grass. There was a stone path leading towards the main door. The windows around the house looked grubby and some of them were even broken. A sudden lightning ripped through the dark clouds. Wet puddles filled the holes along the road. The car continued its journey and he lowered his guard.
He was lying down under the tree, a big and shady willow at the hillside. He had been there for hours watching over the small cottage houses down below. It has been drizzling since morning and the floor was damp. He hated the weather. It was cold and his clothes were wet but it has stopped raining, at least. He fixed his sight at the small abandoned house.
The calmness of the hillside was suddenly broken by the sound of engine. With his sensitive ears, he knew it was the target, heading down the road towards the house. He chewed his gum and lifted the rifle. Once again, he sighted down to the front of the house.
The blue car turned off the road onto the muddy, rutted path leading to the house. A man was driving the car. It was an old Nissan with a damaged bumper. He noticed that the windscreen wiper was defective too. The man stopped his car at the front of the gate. He stepped out onto a puddle of water as he came out of his car. Cursing under his breath, he leaned on his car and lit a cigarette. He was waiting for someone.
It started to drizzle again. The man walked briskly into the shelter of the front porch. He sat on the bench and watched the rain. He felt a chill as the wind blew. He got up again and lit another cigarette. This time, the assassin lifted up his rifle and aimed quietly at him. The sound of gunshot echoed through the quiet drizzle.
The assassin packed his things and picked up the cartridge case lying on the wet ground. He hiked down to his car and disappeared.
The front porch lay silent as it continued to drizzle.
-Pua Yu Min
SMK Damansara Jaya,
Age 16, 2008
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