Friday, 14 April 2017
write a letter to your friend for inviting him for cricket match
House
# 5,
Golden Street,
London.
20-3-2017
Dear
George,
How
do you do? I hope your family’s good too? How’s your studies going? Hope
everything’s
well and good; and everything’s under control, too.
Well,
I wrote this letter to tell you that these days I’m practicing and playing
baseball because last days, I saw a game of Toronto blue joys a professional
team, and it impressed me a lot. You see, now I’ve learnt tactics how to bat
and throw the ball all over the field and score a home run; plus I’ve also
learnt to pitch hard and strike out.
It
influenced me so much that now, I’ve made my own team, and my team is having a
match with some other team and I want you to be there. Please I beg you, your presence
will motivate me a lot! Please, you’re my only hope, because I’m really
nervous. I hope you’ll make it then on my game and with your signed cheer foam
finger for me!
See
you soon,
Arham
letter to friend for return of your book
House
# 6,
England,
Lahore.
19-3-2017
Dear Armstrong,
Hello,
I hope you and your family are fine and your dog is good too and your studies
are going good as well.
Well,
the reason I wrote this letter to you is that, remember that book about quantum
physics I gave you. Well, I need that back, because you see I’ve taken the
subject physics this year and it’s an obligatory form to have it. It contains
all the right formulas to my success in this year in my exams. I hope you don’t
mind me being so informal, after all, who else do I have as a friend.
Hope
you’ll sent it back to me quick, and in a well condition.
See
you soon,
Jhon
Time poem
Time!
Lave
men rode dinosaurs now we ride our private jets
it’s hard to believe how transportation changed but it’s just a matter of Time!
It was yesterday I had my first birthday
How I’m having my 12th one,
I don’t know how time elapsed
But it’s just a matter of Time!
For 20 times Robin sons flavored changed
And oreo changed in mini bites,
I don’t how I got through this
But it’s just a matter of Time!
Everything changed through the time
Bananas, book, cutters and lanes of pines,
But people’s bad habits, unfortunately didn’t change
I don’t blame anyone for this but is the fault of
time.
a bean tale poem
POEM
A
’Bean’ Tale
I eat a Jelly been
From the Sugar machine,
I roast a brown bean
To hare with my school’s dean,
I cook the marshmallow
With its top smarty bean,
I kick the can
Watching Mr. Bean,
Becoming the defective
I am so keen,
Don’t know where I am from in this world of Bean
Because wherever I go, there’s everywhere a bean!
Portfolio Writing It’s Me Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
14-2-2017 Tuesday
C.W
Portfolio
Writing # 3
It’s Me! Ah! Ha HaHa Ha Ha Ha!
24th, doc
street, H: 49, Melbourne, Australia, on 28th of November. Bill Walter,
the cool guy on street turned up. As he was walking down the street, in a second,
at least 25, people stood up around him. The crowd was walking around him like
bees around a flower. Somebody asking him to make friend’s whit him on
Facebook, somebody asking for water somebody to be his beast. Finally, after
being tired of All of them, he at them all to leave me alone.
Well, this was he
was the kind of kid, you know he was always very rule to everybody. As Bill
walked down the street he took two rounds of the walkway, and went again into
his house. He was alone. His parent were on a very important business trip.
He heard some voices in
the empty house but thought it was loneliness, but again heard some voices. As
he took rounds of the house, he didn’t find anything and anyone, but, suddenly,
when checking out the dark, and empty store-room, he felt a presence of
something behind him. When he looked back, he saw a large, Mysterious, showy Shadowy
figure; dressed in a black cope, and as it took off its cape, He (Bill) was extremely
terrified to see a Skelton underneath! He raised his voice and said “it’s Me, I
am the Grim Reaper! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!”
“No!” He (Bill) said, “I
don’t want to die ‘now’!” “Nonsense! I have just come to give you a nice field
trip to hell”, He said.
After saying this, Mr.
Reaper made a hole in the wall with his thin, sharp scythe. The hole was totally
magical. It was like Hypnostic Reaper took Bill into the hole, who was totally unconvinced
to go with.
As Bill come through the
hole, he saw that he’d entered a place, on environment which had real clouds and
red sky. Everywhere people were like zombies and were standing in cues, waiting
for their turns, to get punished! “This is what will be left of you, if you
continue your attitude like this!” and as soon as Grim said that, through the
blink of one eye, he (Bill) was back in his world in normal life, like nothing
had happened!
But after this incident,
Bill never dared to think of mischief or behaving rudely with anyone, and even
if he did that terrifying laugh of Grim would resist him from doing that ever Reader
Dewar, you’re had a great, chilly, score!
Portfolio Writing a trip to moon
17-Feb,
17 Tuesday
Portfolio
Writing
A TRIP TO MOON!
Hi! My name is Condor Hacks. I’s an astronaut. I work for NASA. One 9th February, 2004
which is today, I’m going to the mood for a check as Apollo 29, and then after
checking out the moon, I’ll go to the International Space Station (ISS). I’ll
land over there, to the ISS to, take some pictures of space, collect some
supplies, and take a round of inter-galactic Milky-ways in space, and again take
some shots and come back to earth.
So, in the evening, I left
for space-As my rocket gained energy, everybody, including the general saluted
me. I felt very proud and full of confidence, and devoted to my goal very much.
As my rocket escaped
from the atmosphere of the earth, everything started gaining dark colour in it,
and suddenly in with the blink of an eye, everything was dull and black and I realized
that my dreams came true and I was finally in outer space, and my crew was as
happy as me by this wonderful experience.
I started taking
pictures of everything from every single angle, and noting down every one of my
space movements. As we were travelling through space to the moon. I made myself
comfortable with my gadgets off and laid down in a sleeping station and slept
there.
When I wake I couldn’t believe
my eyes, I was so proud of myself, I was on the moon. The ground was filled
with grayish-coloured soil and it felt like soft, deep foamy mattress. I dug my
country’s flag deep into the ground, and saluted the flag, went back to rocket
waved good –bye to the moon and flew off to the ISS.
As we reached the ISS,
we (me and my crew) I charged our gear, dropped off some supplies, picked up
some gadgets, finally made some calls with our department officers at NASA and
some local schools to wish them luck for the future one share our experiences
with the children.
So, I set off to explore
galaxies and saw beautifully lighten stars and their shines. Finally, I had
finished my journey according to the checklist which I had made, I left the
space for my return to Earth.
As our crew’s rocket
reached the earth’s atmosphere, we prepared ourselves to land and Thank God we
landed safely and securely, and one thing was definitive to be said, “Mission
Accomplished”.
Home sweet home poem
‘HOME-SWEET-HOME’
Home Sweet Home
My little dome,
My kingdom
heaven
With a laptop
and a chrome,
The seasons
falling down
A research on
chromosomes,
Wherever I go
I miss my ‘Home
Sweet Home!
DREAM,
‘HOME-SWEET-HOME’
Dream is something which
is which is more like a movie which we can have for free, as we sleep, we have
our dream, which can be wonderful in the sense that it can contain everything
good including any kind of magical lands or houses we desire to have. They can
also act extremely well as anti-depressant on us.
As we are these about
something, we start thinking about it deeply and fell in depression, but where
do we get help from? Of course! From our nice and good and comfortable dreams.
When we watch a happy,
jolly, joyful and magical land in our dreams, we start feeling lights and
looking down and controlling to ourselves. We feel happy, dis-stressed and
jolly.
In case we have watched
a bad thing we behave badly, and tense and our whole day goes bad.
Though, how much we
think, our start and end of the day still depends on our dream. Think about it,
if we don’t have dreams how will we possibly wake up and sleep!
Portfolio writing The Black Cat of House # 13
Tuesday 21-2-2017
CW
THE
BLACK CAT OF HOUSE # 13
Portfolio
Writing
1. 25th of
October, Brave rely Hills club Street, Chicago. It was a complete cloudy and
the weather has remained almost the same since a few weeks. The autumn mode the
dry leaves of the almost Baltrees scatter on the ground by strong, cold
breezes. All the environment so peaceful and quite, except the sound of
cracking dry leaves, who, suddenly, I heard the cry of a cat. I turned back to
look and saw a black cat coming out of house 13.
2. Mrs. Turner was the
owner of that house. Although, she was mostly nice to me, but I always thought
of her like a witch as she resembled to one because she talks like one, looks
like one octs like one, laughs like one and cries like one, and most
importantly had a black cat like one. She had named it Pussy. Pussy went post
me one day and then looked back at me with her big, blue, beautiful this
devilish eyes. She has beautiful black hair/fur and very smooth and silky skin.
3. As Halloween was coming
closer, I started hearing weird noises from that house every night and Pussy
always screaming (almost all night) and witchy laughs.
4. Finally, two days later
the time came, it was Halloween. This Halloween was very advance, in the sense
that children were visiting every house for trick-or-treating on their
overbooks, with their parents on their side, and robotic Machine bells were
fixed over people’s house. While taking a round of the street, and observing, I
finally came to Mrs. Turner’s house. She was smiling as much as ever, and
nobody knew why? When I went post her house she asked me I
didn’t agree to have it.
5. Anyways, it was 9 ‘O’
clock, and by now Mrs. Turner’s smile had turned in a witch laugh, again but
now it seemed to be getting a little evil and exaggerated!
6. I started getting tense
and when I looked at the door it was closed! I went to the window and took a
…….. her, she was cutting something and she wasn’t alone as well! I knocked the
door but nobody answered and so I pushed it open and saw! I saw that she was
cutting a kid to sacrifice him wither hooded friends and reciting something!
Now I realized that, this was what she was preparing to do since those past nights.
I grabbed that knife and punched and kicked each of her friend and took the kid
off from her, who immediately gained consciousness.
7. She and her friend had a
dreaded effect. They started Evaporating! And within seconds, they vanished
into how here.
8. He has been 5 years
since that and the house was now empty but the black cat still remains
over there, guarding her house and her master’s spirit.
Thursday, 13 April 2017
