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A Composition done by a Primary 4 student


Write a composition of at least 200 words about a plane crash.


The pictures are provided to help you think about this topic.


Your composition should be based on one or more of these pictures. (You are encouraged to make use of all the three pictures, which may give you an advantage in terms of scoring better marks).


Consider the following points when you plan your composition:

  • When did the plane crash?
  • How many survivors were there?
  • Where did the plane crash?
  • Did help eventually arrive?
  • How long was it before help arrived?


      It was a fine day as I boarded a plane bound for Turkey. Everyone was cheerful on board. My seat was near the window so I could see the stunning landscape below.


      Suddenly, a loud noise pierced the air. "Wheee!" My ears ached and were ringing uncontrollably. The lights went out and there was complete darkness. I was overwhelmed by fear and began to breathe heavily. Everyone instinctively knew that the plane would soon crash. Then there was great turbulence. Chaos reigned as women and children screamed and wailed.


      Just then the plane started free-falling and it felt like I was travelling at the speed of light.I was pinned to my seat like a magnet. Suddenly, the plane crashed and I flew out of the window and the shattered glass. Strangely enough, I felt no pain. Perhaps my whole being was just too overwhelmed by shock to feel anything else. Then, I gradually passed out. It was only when I regained consciousness that my body felt wracked with spasms of pain. I hardly had the strength to even move my eyelids. Just then, I saw people staring at me. "They must be the fellow survivors of the plane crash," I thought to myself. We introduced ourselves to each other, then quickly started talking about how we should share our food rations. We realised that it could only last us for less than a week.


      Soon enough, the rations were fast dwindling. Two others thus decided to go and try to look for help. The rest of us fasted for three days until three committed suicide, unable to take the mental and physical torture anymore. Thus, only another survivor, John, and I were left. We concluded with a heavy heart that the two who had left to look for help were dead. Therefore, we decided to look for food ourselves. It was then that John saw a huge bear. He was so ravenous that he decided to hunt and kill it with his bare hands. I told him to stop but he ignored me. The big bear landed a heavy blow on John's head and ran away. John was dead.


      It has been 5 days since John's death. Since then, I have been consumed by torturous fear and anguish, being the sole survivor remaining. I have decided to write the story which you have just read, detailing the account of the events that have happened thus far.


      I am now utterly weak from hunger and thirst and will have to stop writing. For now, I can only pray that when my story is finally read for the first time that I have not already left this world.



Done By:

Victor Wong (Rosyth Primary School)