• 18Apr

    burgular at night


    It was around midnight and everybody in the family was fast asleep except me; I was still busy in my room reading…actually cramming in preparation for exams. I could not believe my ears when I heard a low voice whisper outside. I was terribly frightened. “Did I really hear anything?” I asked myself in disbelief. “Or was it an illusion!” I tiptoed to the window, cocked my ears and held my breath. I did not hear anything, even the wind was still. In and outside the house was frightfully quiet. I might have imagined the voices, I thought.I was about to move the curtain in order to peer outside and good heavens! Someone was knocking commandingly at the door. “Open the door!!” thundered a voice. “Else we will come in with it!” I was pretty sure that whoever was making the demand could carry on with their threat any moment; even so I could not dare to go and open the door since doing is embracing a calamity.

    It was pitch dark and I did not dare to light even the lamp. I thought it could attract their attention. Before I could decide on any course of action, they had started breaking the door. The noises from the door awakened my parents. I heard footsteps moving towards the door being broken: it was Daddy’s. I opened the door of my room to confirm. My father was holding a dagger and my mother was behind him. Before they could reach the door, it swung open breaking into pieces. Four men armed with rifles entered swiftly. One man pointed rifle at my father, another one was pointed at my mother. “Try anything silly and you will be past tense in a second!” warned one of the burglars. My mother broke into screams. “Take care of her!” came an order from the same person who warned my parents not to try anything silly.

    One of the four men hit mum on the back near her neck. She collapsed and feinted. My eyes were flowing with tears, but I could not make any noise. “These men are callous killers,” I thought. “God help me think a way out of this turmoil.” The men surrounded my dad, interrogating him. Meanwhile I tiptoed to my parents’ bedroom, grabbed the phone and got under the bed. I dialed 999 with my trembling fingers and gave out the nature of the situation to the authorities. I then climbed under the rooftop to be hidden by the ceilings. What I could hear were heavy footsteps moving from one room to the other: they were searching for something. About 6 minutes later I heard the police sirens. I heard the loudspeaker, “Police!… lay down your weapons and come out with your hands in the air!” What followed next was heavy exchange of fire. After three minutes of fight, the thieves were overpowered by the police. When the gun fire died I climbed down the ceiling. One of the four was killed in the course of fire exchange while the others sustained serious bullet wounds. Mum had been taken by an ambulance to the hospital. The burglars who were still alive were taken to the hospital under police watch.



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  • 14Apr

    Flowers of algernon the bookYears ago in primary school, I had to read the popular short story “Flowers for Algernon” by Daniel Keyes. I’ve always liked thinking about what I would do if I were in the same position of the main character of a story. A warning! There are major MAJOR spoilers contained in my review.

    Initially, the decision Charlie had to make was an extremely challenging and dangerous one. That decision was going to change his life drastically, and it did. The following weeks showed a big difference in Charlie. The operation was successful, but not permanent. If I was Charlie and I knew that the operation wouldn’t have been permanent I would have still gone through with the operation.

    Some background, Charlie had a difficult life. He was constantly ridiculed for his simplistic IQ (I wasn’t always the sharpest knife in the drawer either) although he didn’t realize it. Charlie was constantly taken advantage of, but still had no knowledge of it. I would have liked to have been aware of what was going on. The surgery changed Charlie and made him aware of the abuse he was subjected to. I would have had the surgery if it made me aware of what was going on and how to stop it.

    Moreover, the operation changed Charlie completely. He was now smart, and all the people who knew him acted differently towards him. They treated him like a freak, they rejected him, and they excommunicated him. Charlie was more alone than before, but it also made him awake to how people really are. I think that being alone is better than being taken advantage of. If people take advantage of you then they aren’t really your friends, but that wasn’t the case with Charlie. After the surgery his IQ started to regress. He became stupid again, but his co-workers proved themselves to be really good friends by standing up for Charlie. I would have gone through the surgery if it showed me how to really look at the world.

    Consequentially, the operation had failed in the long-term. Charlie’s intelligence had worn off. He was regressing to a primal stage. He had become aggressive, and solitary. Algernon had died after the same had happened to him, and maybe Charlie was next. I would have still gone through with the procedure knowing that this would happen to me, because “it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all” as the poets say. It would have been worth the sacrifice to have looked at the world in a completely different way and to feel like everybody else, and not like a freak that gets weird looks from everybody that passes him.

    In conclusion, the surgery had its pros and cons, but the pros definitively outweighed the cons. The greater intelligence, and the understanding of the world around you. Not feeling like such an outsider, being normal for once in your life. Charlie went through the surgery, and I don’t think he regretted it. If I were in his place I’m sure I would have done the same.