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CREATIVE WRITING SKILLS
 CLS 1323 Prepared by :

 **MUHD AFIF ASHYRAF B ABU BAKAR**

 * “Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals.” - Don Delillo **

 1 - Theme

 2 - Settings



3 - Characters


 * __The Girl in the Bus __**

Described what I feel on that day. Gasping for some air, settling down, My eyes caught someone, a unique one.
 * Crowded, tired, exhausted

She has a tattoo, just above her right ankle, And I thought, she is just one of the wilds, But how judgments can be so easy to do,It is a carnation, ‘1952-2009’ written below it, It must be her mom.

She wears a white tank top, with a light brown Capri and black flip flops, Nothing like a wild girl, Owns a translucent fair skin, jet black mid-length hair, Complement her Chinese features, But she surprise me, Speaking fluently in Bahasa, When she offer her seat to an old lady, Along with a smile, a very sweet smile.

She keeps writing on her yellow DiGi book, Since the very first moment I laid my eyes on her, Only stops to look around. She gives me a warm smile, Noticing I was foolish enough to look so interested, But, she really has a sweet smile.

And there she goes, Reached her destination, Stopped in front of a bookstore, But turned around, And wave at me, Before she slowly walked into the bookstore.

My journey became a short one, Because of her uniqueness. **

4 - Plot  A Trip To Remember

It was a beautiful sunny morning as we drove out of the driveway that day. I remembered the excitement and the energy as I packed for the trip. Moreover, all my buddies are here. All together are eight people joined this hunting trip which are, Danial, Riq, Shah, Malin, Siti, Fiqa, Ayuz and me. I was even more excited about being able to get away from lectures, assignments and discussions for the next couple of days and the most important things that she (Fiqa) is here too, ‘love her so much but why I can’t tell my feeling to her?’ I confused. That weekend we flew out and headed east toward Sarawak, an unfamiliar place which I never went before. I had the butterflies in my stomach and didn’t know what to expect once we reached our destination. When we finally arrived at the Taman Negara Miri, we had given an instruction by the warden in the Taman Negara. The main reason we planned this trip was we’ve being told that this jungle have many things that we can do and it’s really different from activities in the busy city, Kuala Lumpur. Thus, we want to experience ourselves by trying the activities that can be done in this jungle especially hunting otherwise, tried to relaxing from the busy lifestyles. Its quiet an adventurous trip because only two of us had arrived to this creepy place. Only Danial and Shah know this place because they have experience this same trip before.

We arrange our place for sleep on that day we arrived, because it’s getting late. We have to build our tent before the day became dark. Before we start the activities tomorrow, after we finish ate, we just go to sleep because tomorrow we have to wake up early to start our hunting journey. All that night long, the creepy sounds take place and I still can’t sleep. Still thinking about her and planned to face to face with her and tell my feelings towards her but something make my plan cannot be success. It is because of Danial. Danial also keep his feelings towards Fiqa. I know about it when I saw them were very close lately and Danial had told me too about that and the funny things was he sleep beside me right now. ‘How can it be? Two guys who have feelings with the same girl can be good friends?’ I was thinking. On that night, I can’t sleep for quite long, because my mind still thinking about her and Danial.

Suddenly, I heard sound like human steps outside our camp and want to find out what sound is that. When I looked around it was nothing there. When I came back to my tent, Danial is not there. ‘How can it be like this? Before I get out from my tent he is still inside and still slept’ I puzzled. When I went outside again I saw a shadow of a man closely to me and it came nearer, nearer and nearer. Then, I saw a man with fully black clothes with cover on his head holds an axe. I became frightened. I ran from the mystery man and didn’t care anymore about what will happen next. The weird thing was, why he just chasing me and not disturbing all my friends? Why he want to kill me? I questioned myself. I stop running and saw that the man’s gone. I sat and try to calm down. When I want to stand up and start walking I was shocked that I saw five bodies with full of blood and one of them without a head, I hope this is just a nightmares! Fiqa is missing I didn’t saw here there. Where she might be gone? Then, I saw Danial holding an axe, yes, it’s true! It was the same axe that I saw with the mystery guy. It couldn’t be him! He wants to attack me with the axe and I want to run but I couldn’t. I feel like my body is flying and……I opened my eyes and saw a bright white light and saw Danial beside me and smiling. “What happened to me?” I asked Danial. Danial was staring at me and looked weird. “Why your faced is like you had seen a ghost?” asked Danial. All my friends looked at me and I just smile at them. Now, I realize that is just a bad dream but I think again while looked at Danial, could it be real?



5 - Point of View __ Childhood lost __

Some of the mixed feelings, That described childhood memories.
 * Funny, sweet, bitter, [[image:child-abuse-story-from-genie-21130548.jpg align="right"]]

I cried every morning, for two weeks, When I am forced to wake up early, Just to go to bloody school.

Years after, I cried the whole morning, For being ill and unable to go to school. I miss my friends, Betty who always bring breakfast for me, Dorna who always forgot her eraser, And Max, who hates his sister, For having 50cents more pocket money than him.

There are always four of us, Through good and bad times. We girls fought with the boys who said Max is girls’ bestie, And he always thought we are stupid to do so, Worthless and childish. We copied each others’ homework, English for mine, Math for Max, Mandarin for Dorna, And the I-can’t-recall-what Betty is good at, And got busted and went for detention class, TOGETHER.

Then, unpleasantly came along a new girl, Marini, the pretty and adorable (NOT!) She had Max’s attention. We got jealous, We felt abandoned, We HATE her. We vowed not talking to him, Ever again, And we did.

He smiled, we turned away, He came to chat, We giggles among ourselves, The boys laugh at him, We joined them, Not even feeling sorry.

Weeks after, We came to school, Marini gave us a note, ‘Flying to F, D & B’ I’m truly sorry, I didn’t mean to. I have to move, can’t explain much. Thanks for being my best girls. Max.

And there we stood, Looking at each other’s faces, Realizing it’s too late, There’s no one to defend anymore. **

6 - Tone & Style Politics **

It's all about hopes and promises, The politicians keep throwing their words, We keep giving them our trust, They're kind, they care, they're generous, Only for us to deliver our votes, In politics there will be no wrongs or rights, It is only the matter of who win or lose, There is no way all of these can be stopped, If there still politicians in our world. **
 * Politics, Politics, Politics,