Factual essays (Pollution)

Pollution is an issue of concern in the modern world that we live in today. There
are many types of pollution, namely air, water and noise. Pollution in our
environment will undoubtedly affect our quality of life. Our naturally beautiful
world becoming ugly because it is suffering from the effects of environmental
pollution. Pollution can also cause various health problems and other negative
effects.

Air pollution is caused by the emission of toxic gases from vehicles, factories and
open burning. Nowadays, there are more and more vehicles on the road as
society gets more affluent. More and more people strive to have a better quality
of life by having the convenience of driving to their destinations instead of taking
public transportation. Automobiles provides transport to millions people around
the world to enable them to travel to their workplace, school and other places,
therefore, the air around us is getting more polluted by the carbon dioxide that is
emitted. Carbon monoxide is another type of gas which harmful to the
environment as it can cause the reduction of oxygen in the bloodstream.

Another example of contributor to the air pollution is the manufacturing factories.

The manufacturing of products in factories to meet the growing demand of
society is also causing air pollution. Factories release toxic gases to the
environment. Some factories also use coal to generate heat and energy. As a
result from the burning of coal, carbon dioxide is released into the environment.

Besides factories, many people are still practicing open burning as a way
of disposing their household wastes. Although burning our household wastes is a
convenient way of getting rid of our rubbish, it is harmful to the environment as it
contributes to the worsening of the air quality. As a result, air pollution causes
people to suffer from health problems such as chest pain and asthma. In extreme
cases, people can contract lung cancer.

Water pollution is also a problem that we are currently facing. The marine
life is the first to suffer from water pollution as they depend on the nutrients in the
water to survive. As a result, we are robbed of beautiful sea corals and unique
species of fishes. Besides ruining our marine heritage, the disappearance of
marine life will affect the livelihood of fishermen, not to mention our source of
food. Water pollution is caused by harmful waster from industries, farms and
sewerage systems which are dumped into our sources of water such as rivers
and lakes. This irresponsible act contaminates our drinking water and can cause
serious health problems and can even culminate in death.

Noise pollution is another form of pollution. Noise from heavy machinery

and vehicles can cause hearing problems and in extreme cases, deafness. As
there is growing number of vehicles on the road, we are exposed to noise
pollution every day. The government in advanced countries encourages their
citizens to take the public buses and trains by providing an affordable and
efficient transportation system. This effort discourages people from driving their
private vehicles and consequently reduces the number of vehicles on the road.

We must work together to reduce pollution so that the future generations

can live in a healthy, unpolluted environment. As the saying goes, precaution is
better than cure. Lets hands on hands together by recycle and conserve the
world for the better future.
CONTINUOUS WRITING: SAMPLE ESSAY ARTICLE: NARRATIVE WRITING –
With a starting phrase

Write a story starting with: “The widow had to work hard to bring up her
little son alone...”

The widow had to work hard to bring up her little son alone. This was after her
husband’s early death. She and her son lived in a wooden house. It was a small
house with only one bedroom and a kitchen.

Maria wanted Sam to study hard to get good result. So she would not let
Sam help her do any household chores or wash his own clothes. The years flew
by. Sam sat for his SPM examination and pass with flying color.

His mother was very happy. She went round telling her friends, “My Sam
will be leaving for the city to study in a college. He will become a Manager one
day. I’ll move to live with him in the city. Then, my struggle is worth it.”

So Maria continued to work hard to send money to Sam who was

studying a business degree. For Maria, it was a tough life. Meanwhile, Sam kept
on phoning home to ask for more money. Maria even had to borrow from her
neighbors and friends to send her son the money.

Three years Sam stopped calling home. He did not even let his mother
where he was. When she phoned the faculty, they told her that he had graduated
and left for job. However, they could not her more. Maria was baffled. Where was
Sam? She was so sure he would come back and fetch her for city. So, she
started to pack some of her bags and boxes.

Three months later, there was still no news or call from Sam. One day,
Maria’s niece, Kate, came to talk to her about Sam. She told her aunt, “Auntie, a
friend of mine met Sam in a bank. He’s the branch manager. This is his address.”

Early in the morning, Maria took the first bus to the city. At the bus station,
she took a taxi and showed the taxi driver the bank address. On the way there,
she told the driver about Sam and what a filial son he was.

The driver stopped his taxi in front of a tall building. She got out of the taxi
and smiled at him happily. This was the moment she was going to meet Sam.
She imagined him showing surprise and delight at meeting his mother. Inside the
building, a security guard asked her who she was looking for. She told the guard
Sam’s name.

The bank staff saw an old lady holding a worn-out handbag. They were
wondering, “Who is this woman? Why is she asking for our manager?”
 Meanwhile, Sam pretended he did not know his mother. Feeling
disgusted and ashamed, he asked the security guard to ask her to leave. Maria
was shocked to hear that! She looked Sam in a disappointed feeling ever, and
ran out of the bank.

Back in her house, Maria cried the whole night. She cried and cried till
she had no more tears. The next morning, she was sitting by the window with
Sam’s photo on her lap. She saw him walking towards their house. Soon she
was shouting and crying, “My Sam is back! My Sam is back!”

Sam ran towards her and hugged Maria as he never let go. He was so
sorry and regretted the way he behaved. His colleagues were the one who made
him realized his big mistakes neglected his mother.

The neighbors heard her. They too shouted and cheered, feeling happy
for her.
 Narrative essays
Write story ending with: "...That is the reward for my patience and hard
work."

No guts no glory. No pain no gain. Those are my life mottos. I feel that
nothing can be achieved by simply sitting and doing absolutely nothing to make
dreams come true. Life can be so hard especially when you are not born with
silver spoon in your mouth. It is also the time when true friends are hard to come
by just because you do not much money to treat them at Kentucky Fried Chicken
or Burger King. That is something that I have experienced ever since my family
moves to this metropolitan city and I study in the new school.

In my new school I study hard to complete with all my fellow classmates

who come from all walks of life but most are from rich background. They have all
that I have ever wanted in my life but fail to get. They can buy branded shoes
and clothes, unlike my worn out Bata. They afford the latest hand phones brands
with the latest technology but me? There is nothing I could do to be on par with
them. So, I just let them show off their fancy gadgets without feeling remorse with
the fact that I am only an ordinary student coming from a family clerk. I just feel
sad that they act as if I do not have feelings. I do not feel the least discourage
since I know that I can also be like them one day if I work hard enough to score
in my SPM exam.

Day after day, night after night, I do not to do anything else but concentrate
on my studies. SPM examination is just around the corner and I have no other
wish apart from wanting to pass SPM with flying colors. My parents are my
inspirations. They always remind me to work hard and hang our fate, make them
proud as well as prove to everybody that a son of a plain clerk can also succeed
in life and deserve some respect. At times, I feel so stressed out that I almost
give up and cry. Nevertheless, thinking of my parent's hope and wishes, I would
never surrender and that is my final decision. I engage myself in group
discussion, have consultations with my Physics and Chemistry teachers, the two
subjects that I am weak at as well as burn as much midnight oil as possible to
attain my ultimate goal-10A+ in the exam. Sometimes, I feel overworked myself
but I know I have to muster every single once of my strength to pull through this
ordeal and pray that it will end soon.

The most awaited moment has arrived. With prayers and good luck wishes
from my father and mother, I step into my examination hall with full awareness
that I have to do really well in the exam to realize all my parent's dreams and
mine. The torturous moments last for three weeks and as far as I am concerned
time really flies but I trust myself that I have given my very best for each paper.
 March 2015 comes I heard on the television that the SPM 2014 result will be
out today. With anticipation and nervousness I walk to school with my good friend
Samah. I cannot imagine getting less than 8A+ because according to my
counselor, only getting 8A+ will I be able to secure any scholarship, something
which is very important to me due to my parent's incapability to pay for my
tertiary education. The moment Ms. Asiah, my form teacher hands me the result
slip, my heart skips a bea. I am cold from feet to toe from the suspense. Then the
moment arrives! It is the most unforgettable time of my life. I mange to get 10A+
and my prayer has been answered. Thanks God for giving me opportunity to
succeed and make my parents proud. That is the reward for my patience and
hard work.
 Narrative essays: Forgiven

I stood motionless and looked at the solid, dark brown wooden door. The
house was painted white, and black on the wooden beams and window panes. It
looked huge and expensive from the outside. I had to make my mind up whether
to knock or press the bell. I turned to face the garden. I thought about going back
to my car and drove home. Home. That was where I wanted to be; or was it
where I would be after I knocked the door? I sighed and walked to the side where
there was a wooden bench by the beautiful garden. I could see that the woman in
the family loved the garden. The smell of white lilies reminded me of the florist
down the road on Sixteenth Street. I sat on the sturdy looking wooden bench,
trying to figure out what I would say if someone was to open the door. I wished I
did not find out where she was so that I would not have three sleepless nights
thinking of why she left me, whether she was looking for me or whether I should
be angry.

I was abandoned at Bliss Home when I was barely four. They said they found me
playing joyfully in the playground, innocently thinking that I was sent to school.
After three years, I found out that my mother left me at the orphanage because
she had to go and find my father who left us when I was two. I was devastated,
knowing that my mother left me to strangers. Funny, I thought, how manipulative
and contradictory adults could be when it comes to giving advice. Those at Bliss
Home took good care of me and made me realize that I was still lucky to be able
to enjoy life. Sister Lisa was one of those who managed to make me see that I
should make the most of myself than being miserable, grieving my unfortunate
life; thinking nobody loved me. I stayed there till I was 12, when I was then
transferred to Royston Public School. Well, Sister Lisa thought it was a good
school. Spurred by Sister Lisa’s determination to give me ‘life’, I did my best in
Royston and would go back to Bliss Home during semester breaks or Christmas
to be part of the family. Well, I was not sure whether I knew the meaning of that
word, but Sister Lisa convinced me that I was part of them when my presence
was usually welcomed by freshly baked apple pie and mince meat. Then we
would all sit in our warm huge and rather aromatic dining hall. I could still smell
Martha’s mouth-watering Yorkshire pudding and roast beef in the kitchen
whenever I visited Bliss Home.

It was 8 years ago when I started digging files and tailing endless documents to
find out who my biological parents were. Blessed, I found where my mother lived
but was reluctant to go and see her. I knew it would shake her down to her knees
and she would beg forgiveness for leaving me; that she was young and naive;
that she would not have managed looking after me on her own. Even worst, my
presence would stop her heart; that she would collapse unconsciously, leaving
me feeling guilty instead. Sister Lisa was the one who insisted. At the end of the
year, I eventually gave in but forbade her from calling Mom to inform that I was
coming; in case I changed my mind. She gladly agreed and even packed me
cheese and tomato sandwiches for the journey. I was skeptical when she said
that Mom would be waiting for me. If mom knew where I was, why didn’t she
come and find me?

My thoughts were interrupted by a butterfly flying right in front of my nose. I

looked back at the house to see if anyone noticed my presence. Silence. I
glanced at my watch but I forgot what time I arrived, so I did not know how long I
was there. I stood up and walked back to the sandy path leading to the house. I
stopped at the wooden door again wishing it was an automatic door so I did not
have to decide. Spotting a shadow by the window on my left, my heart pumped.
Somebody was at the window and was walking towards the door. I found it very
hard to swallow a big lump in my throat as my heart thumped against my chest. I
thought that I was the one who would be unconscious.

“Hi, can I help you?” asked the girl who was standing in front of me with a huge
grin. I swallowed hard while admiring her curly blonde. Seeing that, I knew she
must be Mom’s daughter. She looked 15, lean and has beautiful brown eyes.
Pretty.

“Yes... Ermm yeah.. I was looking for Mrs. Collins. Hmm well, is this Mrs.
Collins’s house by any chance?”

“Ohh yeahh.. Hmm... Mom’s upstairs. And I think she’s expecting you. Aunt Lisa
told mom this morning.” She smiled pleasantly holding the door. Despite the
dazzling big smile, I could see the quizzical frowns on her forehead. I wondered
whether it was because I frowned first. Obviously Sister Lisa must have had said
something to Mom.

I waited. Looking for words, 1 folded my arms unintentionally and looked away at
the lilies, biting my lower lips. I thought of saying that it was a big mistake and
should just walk back to my car. After all, it had been 25 years since she left me.
It would not change anything, would it?

“Oh well, you must be freezing. Please come in, she’ll be down in a minute”.

She opened the door and took my left hand, looked at me in the eyes as if to ask
for permission and pulled me inside. As I dragged my feet down the hallway, I
could see a family picture on the wall. Something stabbed me, right on my chest.
Deep. I could feel the pain that I felt years ago when I found out I was left on my
own, and was on the verge of tears. Again, I thought of walking back to the door
but I brushed the thought away when I heard the footsteps. It happened so
quickly, I was not sure whether I was actually there. My stomach tightened when
I saw the hopeful look in her eyes.

“William, oh it’s you. I’ve been waiting for you for what like..30 years? I knew you
would find me. See, it’s in your nature. Being curious, that is.”

Well, as if it was my mistake that she had to wait so long. I thought I was
supposed to wait for her to find me, or at least she should have gone to Bliss
Home to find out. Silence. I could not say anything looking at her fragile face. I
noticed that her daughter was standing by the small coffee table, looking out of
the window expressionlessly, pretending we were not there.

I looked at Mom pityingly and sighed. I was unsure of what to say. As if to wait for
me to invite her in her own living room, she stood by the door and smiled
awkwardly. Despite the quivered smile, I could still vaguely recognize those
beautiful brown eyes when she smiled. Then, she looked down at her hands,
which she clenched and unclenched nervously. I presumed that she was as
uneasy as I was. After a moment, I cleared my throat and forced a weak smile.
Seeing that, she ran towards me and hugged me. Sobbing. Tears welled in my
eyes. I closed my eyes, afraid that anyone would see me, but I knew she was
forgiven.
Descriptive essays 1 (mother)

About seventeen years ago, a beautiful young woman, named Kari, was trying to
adjust and understand the purpose of her life. She was a typical adolescent,
making mistakes and hoping each lesson would guide her in the right direction of
life. At this time, she was living in Germany, occupied in the US Army, on and off
with a boyfriend, and fighting to keep a relationship with her family, through
letters. It may not seem like an ideal situation, but everything in life has a
purpose, the challenge is discovering it. Unlike most adolescents, her life was put
into perspective very quickly. At the age of nineteen, Kari received results from a
test, which changed her life forever. She was pregnant.

In January 1995, at the age of twenty years old, Kari gave birth to a baby girl. Her
life now revolved around her child, Alexis. She got out of her relationship, got a
job, and found a safe place for the two of them. Now living with her mom and
step dad, working as a papergirl (newspaper delivery person), and fighting for
divorce, Kari was struggling. It didn’t matter though; she made the best of it.

When Alexis was two, Kari married her husband, Mike. Together, they got a town
home. Now, with a home and family, it may seem like times were great, but there
was still a lot of life to be learned from. Mike was constantly traveling; in fact, he
was in Utah for two years after they got married. Kari was now raising Alexis,
working seven days a week, and working to keep her marriage healthy. As with
everything in her life, Kari took sacrifices and made it work.

Fourteen years later, looking at this 36 year old, you would never realize the
struggles she has faced in life. She is a beautiful, young, and caring, mother,
friend and wife. She lives in a nice house, takes care of kids, home-schools
Alexis and, her husband is home almost every night. She has many great
qualities, but I think the characteristic that makes her the most unique and
genuine person, is her love and creativity. She was, and is, able to take anything
normal and make it enjoyable.

By now you have probably realized, I am Alexis, her daughter. I have a great
relationship with my mom, something many girls, my age, are lacking. In some
ways, it’s like we grew up together (although twenty years apart), best friends.
She has always provided the loving, but strict mother figure, which I can rely on,
in my life. Her creativity brought me lots of fun times, and cherished memories,
throughout my adolescents. Her strong words and lectures, many she has
learned from in the past, bring me wisdom and guidance for the rest of my life.
And her open and loving heart, gives me a safe place to share my emotions. I
never could ask for a better person to spend my memories with, for they wouldn’t
be the memories they are, without her.

Descriptive essays 2 (Friends)

This friend I have is special, whilst young, intelligent and righteous. He lives with
me since he was born, a pleasure to have all these years. The strength to face
each day can sometimes be drawn from knowing him.

When I watch him dribble around with the ball at the street soccer court then
knocking it into the goal leaving the opponent frustrated there is unspeakable
pride and joy emitting from the core of my heart. How this fine young man has
grown from a novice soccer player just three years ago to a forwarder that instill
fear to defenders who have to mark him. A elusive player who pass his opponent
with ease and elegant he can match the highest standard of the land.

The fond memories of the time we spend together still linger in my mind. Bringing
him to the movies, watching him fight with his sisters still sits in my mind. When
he is younger, he never kept still and even climb out of the cradle that is meant to
restrain him. That is when he is only two years old and that time nearly got a
spanking from his grand mother.

The coolest transformation is his hair. It uses to be always gelled and groomed
into the "curry puff" look that is the trademark look that signifies his childhood
days. Curry puff is a local snack that has ultra ordinary puff when fried. Youth has
robbed away that and reinstall a new image to befit the modern time. The
"anime" type spike hairstyle is now the replacement. Skinny jeans with smart tee
shirts are the order of the day when he needs to go for a outing. While I would
prefer him to be in long sleeved shirt and a business pant, his peer may feel out
of place with this sort of strange outfit.

Our favorite chat always centered on his favorite Barclay Premier League Club
Chelsea and my Manchester United Football Club. Our exchange on the matter
can turn into a feisty with each not giving way to the other. Glorified Manchester
United has done it once again but the arrival of Ancelloti this season and the
departure of Christiano Ronaldo has up the challenge for the rivals.

Every weekend is spent at the soccer field where we conduct soccer lessons for
children under ten. He is my coach while I am his manager and together we
managed to keep soccer alive for these kids who showed up every weekend. Our
effort has rewarded us with two championships through the years and the
greatest pride is the one that Chris has played in.

Chris is more of a friend than a son; we spend our time together like most friends
do. I am proud of him both as a friend and a son.
Descriptive essays 3 (the night market)

One of the most interesting places in Malaysia is the night market. You may visit
and experience the night market yourselves. Both locals and foreigners agree
that the night market is the most common feature in the local society.

The night market begins when the vendors arrive in the late afternoon. More and
more goods laden vans arrive to begin a brisk day of business. Most of the
vendors busily set out to set up their stalls respectively in order to get ready for a
brisk day of business.

The sun gradually sets and the night market picks up momentum. More cars and
vans are arriving. By now, the stalls are neatly and strategically arranged to
entice their customers. There is an assortment of goods sold ranging from food,
toys and clothes, to name a few. A variety of goods is sold at low prices.

Large rainbow-colored parasols are used to shade the people from rain and
shine. A concoction of blaring music can be heard in the night market background
amidst the constant shouting. It is an amazing kaleidoscope of sights, sounds,
smells and colors.

The night market is known as a haven by local ‘gourmets’ who can enjoy various
kinds of mouth-watering local cuisine. Still more people arrive, they come from all
walks of life, mingling freely and harmoniously. Crowds are walking up and down
in an endless stream. Some of them are stopping by the stalls and haggling
before making purchases. Little children tag along, amused and excited.
Sprinklings of tourists join in to experience the lifestyle of typical Malaysian folks.

When night falls, lighted lamps brighten up the place, they add gaiety to this
atmosphere, and it is like a funfair. The night wears on and the traffic of people
recedes. Vendors get a chance to rest their weary legs besides bantering with
each other.

By 10.00 pm, all the stalls call it a day. The vendors pack up and close the van
doors. One by one, they leave, leaving behind pieces of papers, plastic bags and
discarded boxes. It us an eyesore! Finally, the night market disappears. The
place becomes quite and still once more.
 Inspiring stories
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
My Younger Hard Life as a Kid
Submitted by Joshua R.

When i was in elementary school I was transferred to another school. I was mad
and at the time when I went to the other school I felt like a black sheep in a white
hired and at the time I was there I didn’t care about anything. During school I was
shown a video that was shown to the whole class. The video showed me that
there are many things we can do in life and the opportunity we can have to be
where we want to be. At times I ask myself is this right or wrong? “am I making
the right choice” I ask myself, I question myself, and I doubt myself way too much
and eventually I quit.

By the time I was 13 in junior high school I was nervous but eventually I
managed and made some new friends at school. At school I had a hard time
doing my work. I couldn't think straight I had the lack of paying attention in class
and I am too tired but most of all I am lazy. My friends try lo help me but I just
can't seem to get it, I don’t no what I supposed to do every one keeps in telling
me to change.’’ How? If I can't seem to get it yet how do I suppose to change I try
to act like someone else but failed. I'm just stressed out and can’t think straight I
need but I don’t even know what I need. I’m just lost and I want to be not me but
someone that can fit in. People I meet think I'm a cool kid or they think I'm smart
but then other people expect too much from me. They think I'll go further than
them. They think I'll become a good person one that will have a good life and
everything. I want to be that person and help my family on what they need and
when they need it.
I want to make my life better. Like I want it to be at the point where I can have a
new life to be in where I can just have a family in the future where I can have my
own house and where I can have a good job. At the end where I'm at now, I'm not
even sure that that dream will com true.
That was until I saw a motivational video that has inspired me and in the video it
taught me worn facts and true. Like the man said in the video “he who says he
can and he who says he can’t are both usually right. There will always be an
obstacle in life and when you face that obstacle try to keep going and never give
up. I already failed this year but next year I will beat that year and give it my all
and someday I will be a leader and will not be an underdog I will be the alpha
and I will beat the school that is by goal and that is my dream.
 Inspiring stories 2
LOVE
My Hero, My Rock, My Dad.
Submitted by Kyleigh F.

One day after school I was just finishing up some math homework. My dad had
just gotten off of work. He had came and sat right beside me, looking over my
homework with me. We were making corrections and, in a way, tutoring my dad
about math. After that we were just talking and my dad says,” I will always
cherish every moment spending time talking with you”.

I remember my Dad telling me his stories of when he was younger. My dad didn't
have a father growing up. He was always moving from place to place with my
grandma. My father was about 3 when he left America to live in Samoa; He lived
in Samoa for 3 years with my Grandmother’s side and then came back to
America. My dad wasn't the easiest kid to handle. He would get into fights with
kids at school and he would get picked on. He’d act out to release the anger he
had from not having his father present in his childhood and teenage years.

Things got a little easier when he came to Utah. He made the football team; he
was doing well in school, and wasn't getting into as much trouble as before. He
also had friends to keep him in line. Among one of those friends was my uncle.
My Dad and Uncle were friends all throughout high school. Through my uncle is
how my Mom and Dad met, officially.

My mom and dad had actually met when they were 13. They've seen each other
from time to time but never really met. My Mom would notice this shy boy who’d
stand in the corner during church dances, but she’d never pay attention to him.
He was as shy as a fawn. He wasn't the most social butterfly at the time. Time
went on and my Mom had move to West Valley Utah, but so did my Dad.

One night my mom and all her cousins attended a concert and my mom had
noticed my dad again. She said to my uncle,”Hey, I know that guy. His name’s
Ben, right?” My uncle looked at my mom and called my dad over and introduced
them to each other. They talked for a while and found out that they would be
going to the same High School, so they planned on talking more at school.

My Mom wasn't really interested in my Dad at the time; however my Dad would
ad a huge crush on my Mom. But, they eventually started talking, and from
talking to dating, and then dating led up to my birth. Being young parents was
hard for my parents. My dad felt that becoming a father was an honor and that he
would not be absent in my life.

I suddenly look up to see my Dad smiling at me. I can see in my Dad’s eyes how
he longed for a relationship like this. I continue to edit my math homework and
hear my Dad say,” I love you, always”.