Zainab's Writings

I am sharing this brief post to mark this blog's second birthday. I have shared 96 posts here on this blog uptill now.

I was working on this project for a long time. I finally completed it today and decided to share it here as well. Instructions: -Click the Green Flag -Use arrow keys to move backward/forward -Make your own lemonade!  View the Original Project  on  Scratch .

I was recently writing haiku-after a long time. First I made up one about Pakistan(that wasn't too good:( ) Then I created another one. This one was far better. :) I liked it very much XD so I decided to share it here because a haiku is short and doesn't take long to type. :D  A cozy morning Sunshine floods the room, A newspaper, cup of tea, The austere beauty

This was a narrative essay title: 'Write a story which includes the sentence:'He could never resist temptation.' I had this idea for a long time for a story, but I only got around to writing it the day before yesterday. I had to give it a title, so I named it 'The Chocolate Cake', because it was the one which caused all the trouble! Everyone was out. Only Ahmed was home, lying on the couch, watching television. In the middle of the football match, he realized he was feeling extremely hungry-despite the bag of potato chips he had just golfed down.  His stomach grumbled angrily. Ahmed took to its warnings and went into the kitchen. The cupboards only contained his wife Saira’s dinner set, big canisters of flour and sugar, spices, and other cooking materials. Desperately, Ahmed opened the fridge. A big chocolate cake attracted his attention. It was a huge cake covered evenly on the top and down the sides with creamy dark chocolate. The top was neatly bordered wit

I was doing an English task for a Creative Writing where you had to write the first chapter of a story. This is 970 words long(I know, it's completely  off the limit) and, well, it's awesome! Btw, It may seem weird at first, but you should read it to the end, I hope you'll like it, too! “Are you certain that you want to go?” The old man asked for the umpteenth time. “You may not be able to be transported into the present.” He added gently. “Yeah, Yeah, Of course I’m sure; I’ve told you that before!” Ali said; half excited to have his dreams come true and half annoyed at the old man’s constant warnings. Ali was an eleven year old boy who loved to read science fiction novels. He was thrilled by tales that involved leaping through time into the future or past. He was curious to know whether time machines existed or not and how they worked if they did exist. Fascinated by the idea of traveling through time, Ali developed a strange wish to be transported into the f