Snow Storm

I don't think I have the mood to type my PSLE exam piece any time soon. Here's another piece. I didn't know what to write back then, so I started off with my favorite title. The rest just flowed out of me like a torrent of unending ideas. Many were eliminated and the rest was translated into words.

It was a dark and gloomy night, with a snow storm menacing the town. The windows rattled as the mighty wind crashed into the window. Without stepping outside, you could already hear the wind howling furiously and it felt as if much heat was produced as the wind grazed against each other. The steps of the stairs creaked as a boy put his weight on it. He paused, ears strained to hear anything different. Nothing, the coast was clear. He crept to the side of the stairs where it didn’t creak. He stole his way up the stairs, and lay down on the floor in front of the second door to his left. He peeked into the gap between the door and the floor and saw claws. As the child stood up and placed a shaky hand and turned the knob… … a wolf-like puppy pounced out of the room and landed right on top of the boy. It was a large hybrid of a wolf, and could be easily mistaken as a full grown wolf because of its size. But a puppy was still a puppy, no matter what its size was. Covering the boy with licks, the puppy’s tail wagged rapidly. The boy smiled for the first time in a long while as he gripped the puppy’s collar. “Come on Rover, let’s go,” whispered the boy as he urged the hybrid wolf forward. The puppy gladly obeyed. It barked once, then twice. “Hush, Rover!” spoke the boy in a soft, pleading voice. His ears were strained once again. Nothing, it was still normal. The boy led the puppy down the stair. The puppy, being a puppy, was too young to understand the urgency in the boys words. It fumbled down the stairs rather nosily. The wooden stairs groaned and creaked, and the boy intensified his grip on the puppy’s collar, hoping that the sound of the wind along would be enough to mask the racket made by the young dog. The boy grabbed a coat that he left on the sofa and wore it. Then, with a wobbling hand, he opened the main door and stepped outside. The unwilling puppy whimpered twice, but was dragged outside. “Rover, please. Come on, I know you are a brave wolf,” spoke the boy who didn’t bother to whisper. He doubt that the puppy could even hear him, for the wind would most probably blow his words away from the reluctant puppy.

A teenager stepped out of the door as she stretched and inhaled the early morning’s fresh air. She was about to go back into the house when she spotted a rather large wolf-like dog on the streets. Being a dog lover, she approached it in a friendly and yet defensive manner. The dog did not retreat or bark. Instead, much to her surprise, it stared at her with such yielding eyes. She smiled and patted it twice. Then it tugged her sleeve and stood up to leave. She sighed as she saw it walk away. The dog looked back at her, and barked twice. Without knowing the reason, the confounded teenager followed the dog to a rather deserted alley. A scream that rang through the whole neighborhood woke practically everyone in the town.