Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Learning English Sites

http://learnenglishkids.britishcouncil.org/en/

https://www.britishcouncil.org/english/kids-teens

Best Story Collection For Kids | Moral Story Compilation By Kids Hut | T Series Kids Hut :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQzY6_Eqxk

Short Stories For Kids - English Story Collection | 10 Short Stories For Children: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EwKdFdcXm8

20 Best English Stories For Kids Collection | Story Time | Moral Stories For Kids In English: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTZymCDPKYs

https://www.learnenglish.de/grammarpage.html

http://ylesample.atamts.com/main/writing/page/14


Write about your favourite pet animal.

1. Do some research on the animal that you want to write about first.

2. Jot down some facts or description of that animal.

3. Include some adjectives to describe the physical appearance of the animal.

4. Write about its habits, diet or special abilities.

5. How much you like this animal.


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Words Associated with Motion

Words Associated with Motion

1.         The lights winked out and the plane shook. The wheels rumbled down the runway and gathered speed. With a violent jerk, we were airborne.
2.         The bird flapped its huge wings and soared in the blue sky.
3.         Riding on the currents, the bird glided effortlessly in the air, occasionally circling in search of prey.
4.         With grace, the flock of birds drifted over the lush green plains and towering ancient trees.
5.         Seeing that it was his only chance to escape, the hostage bolted for the door the moment the robber’s back was turned.
6.         As the flames began to spread, the movie-goers made a mad scramble for the exit.
7.         Before he knew it, the man had fled into the darkness.
8.         At the sight of the rod, the dog turned tail and scampered off.
9.         The children scurried to their seats upon hearing the clicking sounds of their teacher’s high-heeled shoes.
10.     The rat scuttled across the dirt floor, into its hideout behind the cabinet.
11.     At the mention of food, he sprang to his feet, “Food? Where? Where?”
12.     He took off in hot pursuit of the pickpocket.
13.     With the two-dollar note ibn hand, the child raced down the street with excitement and burst into the convenience store, red-faced and panting.
14.     With blinding speed, he tore across the stretch of fine white sand , past the sunbathers, towards the head that was bobbing up and down the water surface.
15.     I shot up the stairs, two steps at a time.
16.     I flew down the flight of stairs with the roaring men hot on my heels.
17.     The men with the ski masks charged into the bank, announcing their arrival with several gunshots.
18.     When the young children surfaced, they spouted like whales, blowing plumes of river water from their mouths.
19.     The child kicked off her slippers and slid into the pool.
20.     The boisterous boys raced one another to the pond. Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! They plunged into the rippling water, sending water splashing as high as a metre into the air.
21.     He propelled himself forward with long powerful strokes, occasionally turning his head sideways to catch his breath.
The child emerged from under the water, blue-faced and gasping for breath as she wiped her face and swept her hair backwards.

At The Airport

Trouble at the MRT Station

Trouble at the MRT Station
                         I was on my way to the MRT station to go to my friend’s house to do a group project. I was at the MRT station when I saw a man secretly slipping a banana into his mouth. He kept having sneaky glances.  He threw the banana skin on the ground......
                        An old man was walking past and he slipped on the banana skin that was thrown there. He fell with a great thud and his back was hurt badly. I could hear him groaning in excruciating pain. I felt indignant and furious as no one helped the old man up. I stepped forward and helped him up. The old man thanked me profusely and rushed away to get a cab to go to the hospital to get his back checked.
                        After that, I went up the escalator to take the MRT train. I was at the station platform when I saw the train come rumbling in. It came to a halt to let passengers board the train. While I was inside the train, I saw a boy grabbing on the pole and swinging his legs round and round. His legs hit many of the passengers standing near him. I did not think the parents were with him, so I went up to him and asked him to stop swinging round and round as he was endangering the other passengers.
                        Soon, I reached my destination and I alighted from the train and proceeded to my friend’s house. When I got home, I told my parents what I had done that day. They were so proud of me that they praised me for being so civic-minded and promised me that they would bring me out to the theme park the following week. I was so happy that I jumped for joy.
Joie How
6 I

Tumult at a Beach

Breathing in the salty tang of the sea breeze, I take a slow walk along the beach, enjoying the wind as it ruffles my hair. My gaze wanders out to the sea, where families are cavorting in the water and giggling merrily. A girl abruptly stumbles and falls in the water with a huge splash, and my breath catches in my throat even as she surfaces shortly after, none the worse for wear. Memories of an unpleasant incident in the past come flooding rapidly back, and I shudder involuntarily.
            The day began much like this day, with clear skies and a scorching sun. Leaping exuberantly out of the car, I tore down the pavement to the beach, not bothering to wait for the rest of the family to catch up. It had been so long since I last swam in the sea, and I was thrilled that my parents had finally agreed to a family outing at the beach once the school holidays started. Grinning from ear to ear, I took off my slippers and plunged my toes into the cool, wet sand.
            “Zach, please watch out for Peter. Don’t stray too far!” my mother yelled.
            My mother was a worrywart, and hardly a day would pass without her constant nagging. Waving a hand nonchalantly back, I ignored my younger brother’s pleas to wait for him and promptly waded into the water, relishing the feel of the warm waves around me.
            Gamboling in the sea, I was having the time of my life, wondering how much better the day could get when a shrill shriek suddenly caught my ear. I stopped swimming, treading water on the spot.
            What can be happening? Whipping my head around, I searched the waves for the source of the yell. My gaze fell on a commotion not far from me.
            “Help!” a shout came again from that same direction. Someone was struggling in the water, flailing his limbs about in all directions. A head briefly rose above the water, spluttering and gasping before disappearing again under the waves.
            Squinting my eyes against the glare of the sun, I made out that he was wearing a familiar dark blue suit with neon-yellow stripes, and sported the same white goggles my brother had. My jaw dropped and my heart somersaulted in my chest when a cold realisation hit me. My brother is in trouble!
            Feeling as if my heart would seize up, I immediately started to swim over, kicking my legs as hard as I could. My blood roared in my ears from the effort and I could not shake the sense of foreboding that had settled over me.
            Just as I was within reach of my brother, a burly swimmer appeared from the other side and encircled my sibling with his strong arms.
            “Hold on, boy, you are going to be all right!” the man boomed as he hoisted half of my brother’s body out of the water. With powerful strokes, he swam back towards the shore, supporting my sibling’s head above the water while I trailed behind.
            Upon reaching the shore, the man swiftly carried my brother up the beach, laying him on the ground a safe distance from the water. I dashed to my brother’s side, joining my parents who seeing what had transpired, had immediately sprinted over to us.
            “Peter! Are you all right?” my mother asked anxiously as she crouched next to my brother. He grimaced and howled in pain, gesturing towards his legs. My mother shot me a reproachful look while my father stood over us, his brow creased and his face ashen. Why did I not keep a close eye on my brother? Guilt gnawed at me from the inside and I hung my head. Within moments, a lifeguard dressed in red and yellow had joined my parents and me.
            “Please, give him some air. I believe he is suffering from leg cramps,” he advised. He then proceeded to help my brother with some leg-stretching exercises and gently massaged his thighs and calves, in a bid to relieve his muscle cramps.
            Gradually, my brother stopped groaning and his face visibly relaxed. My parents heaved a huge sigh of relief. The lifeguard, seeing that my brother was now much better, advised my parents to let him take plenty of fluids and avoid strenuous exercise over the next few hours.
            “He had probably swum too vigorously and was not properly hydrated before the swim. Please make sure he gets plenty of rest,” he cautioned. My parents and I thanked the lifeguard profusely, and quickly sought out the man who had saved my brother’s life to express our utmost gratitude.
            I subsequently apologised to my mother for not heeding her instructions and for the rest of the day, I made special concessions for Peter, hoping the nice treatment would help to ease his traumatic experience.
            Nevertheless, Peter refused to venture anywhere near a waterbody for the next month in fear that the same thing would happen to him. However, he gradually recovered his nerve and slowly picked up swimming again.
            Turning my head back, I wait for my brother to catch up and take his hand before continuing our walk along the beach. Although six months have passed since the incident, I still feel regret whenever we come to the beach. Looking back, I realised my impatience could have cost my brother his life. Vigilance is important whenever there are possible dangers, and I never wish to put my family members at such risk again.

An Abandoned Car

The Abandoned Car
Suspense Writing – Composition Starter
ü  That incident would always be etched on my mind. Whenever I see/ do ______________, my memory of the incident would always be triggered...
ü  It was a strange night, there seemed to be a chill in the air...
ü  As soon as I arrived, I could sense that something was out of place...
ü  One night, I Iooked out the window and I saw the neighbour...
ü  I was reading a book when I looked up. There in the window I saw...
ü  I decided to go for an evening stroll.  I walked about three blocks when I felt it...
ü  They would have been fine if they did not stop for the stranger...
ü  Everyone avoided the big old mansion. It was believed to have...
ü  All of the sudden I was trapped!
ü  It was a dark and stormy night . . .
ü  I knew there was something funny about that house the minute I set foot into it.
ü  She seemed like such a sweet lady. Who would ever believe that she was really…
ü  It was the road to nowhere . . .
ü  If we were not in such a hurry, we would not have taken that short cut through the deserted road …
ü  No one was ever really sure what was going on in that abandoned house . . .
ü  It was the strangest thing I ever heard. That was the last thing my uncle said before he died.


Character Description
Very tall, long nose with a broad chin and red hair
Long black hair, dark brown eyes and a big chin
About 180 cm tall and had balding hair with blue eyes and long arms
Medium height, dark skin, dark hair cut short and a beard
Big, muscular man with a shaved head and a mean look
Tall, with a broad nose and a chin that sticks out
Very short, with long curly hair and a warm smile

Problem  Starter   
Curiosity got the better of me. I inched forward to take a closer look.

Resolution
Include a PROVERB
Examples from textbook/ workbook:
-      A stitch in time saves nine
-      Don’t judge a book by its cover
-      Once bitten, twice shy
-      Do not cry over spilt milk
You may also look through the Proverb List to source for other appropriate proverbs for your story.