Story 1: As I open the door, the cold air brushes my face sending chills down my spine. Every step I took, my grandfather was getting breathless. I walk through the quiet dimly-lit alley of the hospital, I start to quicken my pace. The alley was so quiet that night, I could hear the soft rustles of my shoes as I scamper across the walkway. I turn towards my left and see the lift open, I dash into the lift hitting the 6th button. With beads of perspiration crawling down my face, I wait in anxiety as the lift goes through every floor. “3rd… 4th…5th,” the numbers on the numerical board slowly changes and finally, the 6th floor. Wasting no time, I bolt out the door and sprint towards ward 63. Memories of my grandfather flashed across my mind like moving still images. My eyes starts to tear up at the thought of him going. I step into the ward soak in my perspiration and skim through the name list. Bed 44. I darted through the cross-sections of the beds glancing through every number. Just when I see Bed 44, I run to the bedside looking at his pale, frail face, gasping for breath. My heart sank at the sight of him suffering. He opens his heavy eyelids and looks up to me and gives me a weak grin. I smile with tears rolling down my face holding the hands that held me up. When the clock ticked, so did his heart. He has stop moving.
Story 2: As I open the door, the hot air brushes my face. Every step I took, my grandfather was getting more and more breathless. I walk through the dimly-lit alley of the hospital, I start to quicken my pace. The alley was so quiet that night, I could hear the soft rustles of my shoes as I scamper across the walkway. I turn towards my left and see the lift open, I dash into the lift hitting the 6th button. With beads of perspiration crawling down my face, I wait in anxiety as the lift goes through every floor. “3rd… 4th…5th,” the numbers on the numerical board slowly changes and finally, the 6th floor. Wasting no time, I bolt out the door and sprint towards ward 63. Memories of my grandfather flashed across my mind like moving still images. My eyes starts to tear up at the thought of him going. I step into the ward soak in my perspiration and skim through the name list. Bed 44. I darted through the cross-sections of the beds glancing through every number. Just when I see Bed 44, my heart stopped. I was having a panic attack and then everything started to blur. I became inferior to everything around me and the next thing, I knew, it was all a dream.
I think the 1st story is false because it’s too coincidental that he died right after you arrived and your parents weren’t there beside him??
story 1 lah!
In my opinion, the second story is false as i would imagine the air brushing his face to be cold air. Also he included that his heart stopped beating instead of his grandfather’s which would pretty much leave him unconscious leaving him unable to tell the rest of the story. Finally, he added that it was all a dream and so a fiction.
Sasha
Way too similar. Wish you had written two different stories. I think Story 1 is true.