The Cumulative Sentence

He is a strict man, tall and thin with long hands and legs and a straight back, not much hair, eyebrows that are closer to his eyes than they should be, a large nose, a mustache that has turned gray and a straight line on his face that never bends upwards.

The Freight-train Style

I stand on the edge and I spread my arms and the wind is blowing on my face and the stars are shinning above my head and the cars are passing by beneath my feet and they are whispering my name and the gravity is bringing me down and I know I will be in their hard arms soon.

The Segregating Style

She threw the glue out the window.
The teacher walked in and shut the door with a loud bang. The markers fell from their place. He walked towards the chair with angry steps and threw his worn-out bag on the white desk. He glared at anything his eyes could reach and sat on the chair.
Everybody smiled.
He was not going to leave that chair anytime soon.

A Paragraph in Segregating Style

The hands of the clock stopped on twelve: It was midnight.
The man turned the key in the lock, and the door opened with a loud click. He walked in slowly. The moonlight cast a long shadow on the cold floor. He paused for a moment, then started to walk towards the bed, where she sat trembling.
He was holding something in his gloved hands.
The man stood close to her and stared at her wide eyes. His heavy breaths filled the silence of the room. He stretched out his hands, and the key fell on the floor. Its metallic sound hit the walls and echoed in the room.
She gasped in surprise.
He smiled then, put the box on her lap and whispered, "Happy Birthday."

Puzzle

Life is like a jigsaw puzzle; it is made of hundreds of irregular pieces, and we are here to put them together. Some puzzles are simple and easy; some others are difficult and complicated. Some of them are black and white; some others are bright and colorful. Some are small; some are big; nevertheless, they all need to be done.

We put the box lid picture in front of us so as to use it as our guideline. Then we spread the puzzle pieces and start organizing. We make the border line, and then we work on the inner pieces.

Sometimes we get impatient. We want it to be over. Sometimes we get frustrated and throw the pieces away, but we end up picking them up and starting all over again. Sometimes we get stuck, and we seek help of the more experienced ones. Sometimes we insist on doing it alone. Sometimes we get tired and decide to let go, but we always end up coming back.

Some people finally give up and their puzzle will always stay incomplete, but some people finally put it all together and nothing is as beautiful as that picture.

After it is done, some puzzles are undone and another person starts putting it together again, but some others are framed and hung on a wall, and they will be remembered by all for all time.

If I Were to Die

There is something interesting about thinking about death; it makes you understand what you care about the most, what you will regret losing, and whom you will miss not seeing anymore. What if I were to die?

If I were to die tomorrow, I would tell my mother how much I love her. I would thank her for the delicious meals she cooked, and the nights she took care of me when I was sick. I would tell her she is the best friend that I have ever had, and if I were to choose my mother, I would choose her all over again. I would tell my father that he is the one who taught me discipline and strength. He is the one who showed me how to handle setbacks, and gave me everything I needed without any complains. He is the one whom I admired the most.

If I were to die tomorrow, I would tell my brothers that even though we didn't get to live with each other in the same house for a long time, I still consider them as the best brothers anyone could wish to have, any they are the ones whom I always looked up to.

If I were to die tomorrow, I would visit my old grandmother, and listen to the tales of the old times. I would kiss her hands, run my fingers through her soft hair and tell her how much I would miss her kind smiles.

If I were to die tomorrow, I would pay a visit to my best friend and talk about all the good and bad times we had together. I would tell her that she is the one who gave meaning to my life when it had lost its meaning to me.

If I were to die tomorrow, I would spend some quality time with my nephews. I would play soccer with them and we would eat delicious ice-creams together. I would spend some time with my lovely niece and tell her that even though I never had the courage to say it, I love her as if she were my own sister.

If I were to die tomorrow, I would spend some time with my old classmates with whom I spent seven years. I would tell them they are the ones whom I will miss the most, and I would ask them to go to a restaurant together for one last time. Hopefully, the owner wouldn't throw us out this time.

If I were to die tomorrow, I would visit my roommates and tell them they are the ones from whom I learnt tolerance, co-existence and cooking to some extent.

If I were to die tomorrow, I would thank all of the people who thought me how to think and grow as a person. I would thank all the people who inspired me and helped me achieve my dreams.

If I were to die tomorrow, I would go to our cherry garden, the place in which I have wonderful memories. I would sit on the wooden benches under the green branches of the tall trees and remember all the good times I had with my family. I would play a last game of chess with my brother and eat a plate full of red cherries. I would play badminton with my niece and walk down to the dried river with my mother. I would watch the Matrix and listen to the Black album. I would spend the night under the clear sky and enjoy the silence for the last time, and then I am sure I would die in peace.

And I always wonder why I cannot do all those things now.