Hey guys!MY first creative essay which was untimed.Took around a hour tho lol,including everything.Your feedback helped me write this essay,so thanks.
Topic:A secret killed your father and you know what it was.
My grandchildren asked me a really personal question, ”what happened on the worst week of your life”?I did not want to reply, but the inner of me wanted to spit it all out.Thay say, ’a problem shared is a problem halved’. I began on my story of how my dad passed away, the worst week of my life.
It was an ordinary day, for everyone except my maid who was also my girlfriend and I. My father was on his chair reading his newspaper. My maid was cooking tea,while I was playing with checkers, alone. My mum was gone to the city to get some loaf. Us villagers had no shops or hospitals nearby. My mum also took her horse with her.
Our maid had served my dad some tea. “How bout add some sugar, will ya”?,my dad asked. My maid put some sugar then went away with a smile on her face. She gave me a wink then I did my role.
“Want some biscuits?”I asked.
“Sure,”he responded.
My dad munched on the biscuits and then immediately passed away. Our maid had mixed some chemicals which make my father unconscious for a week. I was drowning in happiness, my mum was coming next week and my father was unconscious, my maid and I chilled alone at home.
We watched black and white television together, she did not have to do work and we had no interruptions. Life was perfect, until we visited the haunted house nearby. She insisted to go, I did not mind either, so we went. Little had we known of your unexpected deadly journey ahead of us.
The haunted hosuss was spooky, especially at 3am, but we did not believe in ghosts. We moseyed up the stairs, spiderwebs tangled my hands and my girlfriend had to take it apart. When my girlfriend slammed the door open in front of us, a gust of wind chilled the warm air in the room. I took my hands out of my pocket and loosened my scarf, fresh and ready for my journey ahead
I was already mentally tired of today, so I took a break by sitting down on the chair. Unfortunately, the chair cracked open and I was covered with cotton.
The haunted house red rug was the only thing which actually creeped me out. The design and the fact it had hieroglyphics written on it blew my mind. The hieroglyphics formed a phrase, “maid and you killed father”. That sounded familiar of our journey today, except for the fact that we did not kill our father, or did we?
I cruised upstairs and saw several statues there. My girlfriend was checking out the statues as well. The black eyes and red teeth, with three toes and one nipple,were people really like that back then? We decided to head back since nothing fascinating or haunting(except for the rug) was in the house. As my maid and I were leaving,a statue raced to my maid and snatched her.The statue’s three eyes were beaming constantly. I stared in disbelief. The statue mumbled a language that I tried to decipher, but could not. The statue chucked my girlfriend near me and she finally spoke in English.
“Your maid killed your father, she mixed poison instead of chemicals which make you unconscious.
She has to die, for the sins she has done.”
“My father had died?Oh no,” I thought.
The statue zapped my maid, and my maid passed away in front of my eyes.
I dashed downstairs. I accidently slipped while the statue was after me. I rapidly got up and kept dashing down. I threw a vase, a sofa, a chess game at the statue but nothing harmed it. At last,I kicked the door and bolted back to my house. That is when I opened my door, and saw my father laying down on his chair,with poison on his mouth. I should not have done this. I wanted to be like others, not having my life controlled by my father, atleast for a week.
A week later, my mum also came back. She did not eat, walk, or even ask me what happened for a whole day. She just sat on my father,crying. I cried as well, of course.
A day later, my mum died from depression. Funerals did not exist back then so I left my mum and dad alone, in the house. I rode our horse to the city, to live a new life. I found a lovely girl, which is my wife. She also asked questions of what happened to my parents, but I did not say anything. It was a secret, that killed my father.
As I finished my story of how my father passed away, which was the worst week of my life, my grandchildren were fast asleep.
TWO THINGS
1.the maid n girlfriend are the same person
2.Would (“How about add some sugar,will you”?,my father asked.)make sense? Eg,the comma after the question mark.
Thanks for reading
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