#4, Rewrite Cinderella from the POV of one of the step-sisters.

I am Isabelle and I am the eldest sister amongst we three. I really dislike Cinderella alot because I feel that she doesn't deserve what she is now. I bet Cinderella really thinks that she is perfect. She is loathsome, irritating, uneducated and dramatic at the same time. She have totally no idea how her sight irks everyone. One big thing about her is that she likes to get the central of attention, unlike me. I am so not envious of her because she have totally nothing for me to be envied of. I should be the one she ought to be envied of seriously. Unlike Cinderella, I am pretty, nice and wise. I bet every single person on earth who've met me will definitely think that I am a perfect girl. I am definitely the best thing ever, that will ever, happened to anyone.

#3, Confessions of a teacher.

At this time of the year, in the high school where I've taught for some time, lockers are emptied and final exams administered. Yearbooks are signed and there are plenty of goodbyes. Commencements commence and students and teachers alike look forward to a long-awaited respite from school. Yes, the school year has finally ended.

Yet, in spite of the colossal wave of relief surges over me during this time, there is also something about the end of the school term that makes me a bit maudlin, too. I seem to forget all the frustrations and headaches I may have experienced in my endeavor to educate teenagers. Instead, I begin to recall the personal discoveries in the past year. Although I learned them within the confines of a school, these lessons stretch far beyond classroom walls and can be applied to almost every job or interpersonal relationship.

But, it always leads to a lesson on the origin of the word and its connection to the mind. Students are enthralled, and in some ways, acquire more respect for the older generation who speaks “in code”, too. It is at times like these, when I see the little light bulbs illuminate over their heads, I learn to be grateful for having a job, that while often grueling, teaches me more every day, and can be a hell of a lot of fun, too.

#2, The girls were excited as they waited for the results.

Telling:

The medium was rigid.

Showing:

A synthetic silence spread amongst the scope of surface.
Every single girl got their palms locked and fastened firmly to one another,
together,
in an apprehensive prospect.

All their pupils were locked.
No one breathes a word.
All they could only hear was the clock ticking. The breathing.
Filled with anxiety; 

Every girl were waiting circumspectly for the results.
The time had finally arrived...

#1, Boy found love. Friend stole it.

I love her. I truly do. She is the girl I had been looking for. Abby; the one with big aqua blue eyes, radiant skin, small nose, cute pink lips, soft and silky hair and a cheerful smile. Most importantly, a character that suits mine perfectly. Vice versa, I think she have feelings for me too. I was planning to confess my feelings for her and make the very first move because afterall, I ought to take the initiative as a man. But, I was too late. I never knew he would do this. What's more, to me, a friend of his'. 

Paul, a friend of mine had already lied and told Abby nasty things about me that were untrue. I knew what Paul's intentions were. He was merely envious of me all these while and wanted to make me feel hurt for whatever reasons. He knew that both Abby and I love each another deeply and that gave him even more reason to try to hurt me. He succeded. I had known all along that he had designs on Abby but I never expected him to hurt me so badly since he already knew that I was in love with her and that I am his friend. His plan worked out perfectly. Nevertheless, Abby bought all those stories he have had told her about me, and she started to see me as nothing more than a low life bastard. I tried in all ways to convince Abby that I truly loved her and that those stories told by Paul were untrue. But, she just refused to believe me. Yet, have all her trust on Paul. To that, I am totally speechless. I felt very disappointed.

Paul had done it. He had totally wrecked the only chance of a releationship I would ever be in and till today, I still just can't forgive what he had done to me. I always remind myself, never to contact with him again and that he'll no longer be my friend because I know, he would just be waiting to destroy any relationship that I will be in again. I found my love. But Paul stole it.