Creative Writing: The Swan Lake

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Nobody saw, nobody heard Just like any other day, no one was home when Allisha came back from school. The empty house gave her eerie and spooky feelings. She could never enter house in ease; passing the garden with fast pace she looked around as if someone was watching her from somewhere near. Then she opened the door, pushing it hard intentionally making loud noise so that the “Caspers” can know Allisha is back home. She hoped they quickly hid themselves so that she will not see them. If I can’t see them, they can’t hurt me, Allisha reassured herself. So who are these “Capsers?” They are named after her favorite cartoon Casper; hoping they are as friendly and nice as the cartoon character. “I did not see anyone! I did not see anything! …show more content…

Every time her mom played it, she thought to herself how mesmerizing and peaceful it sounded like. –Allisha recently learned word “mesmerize” and she liked the sound it makes; beautiful and mystical. Also, it made her feel more grown up using more challenging words–. Dun-dun-dun doo-la-la-la- Allisha carefully played first few notes of “The Swan Lake” then she sat there quietly listening to her surroundings to see if there are any signs of “Caspers” but the books were well aligned on the bookshelf and she couldn’t hear any one else. Maybe they are fine with me playing piano. Who knows? They might enjoy listening to me! Allisha thought as she pressed piano boards more confidently. Whenever I play this piece, mom wants me to hit every note clearly but she’s not home. I can play however I want! As she played “The Swan Lake”, she imagined a white beautiful swan swimming around piano boards. Allisha moved her hands little bit softer, slower like flowing river making the swan look more beautiful. Then the song reached climax and she pressed the board harder to emphasize but ended up making a mistake. Ding— “Ugh! Not again. I always get it wrong on this part. “ Allisha complained as she stomped her foot on the ground with frowned …show more content…

I already know you are there. Just leave me alone. Please” Whenever Allisha got scared she repeatedly says “please” to ease the anger of the “Caspers”. Finally there was no sound or indication of them. “I’m going to look back so please hide somewhere! I don’t want you guys to be angry.” Thankfully, there was no one. Phew- Allisha relieved and started looking through music book again. Suddenly, this low voice on her mind told her ‘I want to hear cheerful music’. This must be them, Allisha thought. “Okay I will play one. I hope you will like this”. Making a pinky promise in her mind she whispered, “Now I’m going to play ‘chopstick waltz!’ It’s a fun song” as if someone else is listening. Then the house was stirred with mumbles; from under the sofa, behind television and everywhere else with shadow. “You can dance as long as you don’t do it in front of me and by the way, I’m scared so if you think I will look back please quickly hide and go back to where you were.” Allsha said generously hitting the first note of Chopsticks

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