# data[].attributes.headline
Candra Meets Mr Twiggles  (By Caitlyn) (Developed from Yenrue's Story)

# data[].attributes.subject
Candra Meets Mr Twiggles  (By Caitlyn) (Developed from Yenrue's Story)

# data[].attributes.body
Candra rushed down the lift and into the lobby.  She flew past Gregory, who was spewing questions to thin air since she couldn't hear, and flung open the door to the hotel. Barely noticing  the neon lights above the doorway that glared down at her, she made a mad dash towards an empty taxi ahead.  She crashed headfirst into the taxi just as a tall man stepped in front of her. She found herself, a moment later, sitting dazed in the seat of the taxi. She saw the tall man sitting in a disarray on the other seat, one leg sticking out of the taxi. In a flustered attempt to apologise, she raised up her hands to form a sign.  Mr Twiggles peered at it. "Salmon?"  He frowned in confusion. Then it hit her.  She had spelt it wrong. Again.   And she knew that would not be the last.

# data[].attributes.headline
Rebecca Meets Gregory (by Megan Choo) (developed from Ms Ong's story)

# data[].attributes.subject
Rebecca Meets Gregory (by Megan Choo) (developed from Ms Ong's story)

# data[].attributes.body
After snacking at the café with Desiree, her new-found friend, Rebecca jogged back to her hotel room, room 202. An hour was almost up! She hurriedly threw in all her belongings into her charcoal black luggage at top speed and after spending effort zipping up her bulky luggage, she pushed open the door and took the lift down to the lobby. The receptionist, Gregory, began his usual bombarding questions of feedback for Hotel Hope and Rebecca answered them impatiently. She was quite impressed by Hotel Hope's grandness and good service. However, she had no time to answer Gregory's questions one by one. Shoving the card key into Gregory's arms, she quickly ran out of Hotel Hope's doors and hopped into the waiting taxi as it sped to Las Américas International Airport. Little did she know that she had left her azure blue purse and passport in room 202...

# data[].attributes.headline
Mr Twiggles Meets Gregory (By Chay Yenrue) (Developed from Ms Ong's Story)

# data[].attributes.subject
Mr Twiggles Meets Gregory (By Chay Yenrue) (Developed from Ms Ong's Story)

# data[].attributes.body
" Hello.. Is this the reception? This is Mr Twiggles from Room 401. I need to check out immediately. Please prepare the bill and at the same time, get a taxi for me to the airport." Mr Twiggles ordered impatiently. " Mr Twiggles had initially intended to stay for a week at Hotel Hope.  This was the place where he had first met his wife. Though, they had divorced, he couldn't forget the wonderful times they had together in this place. However, an urgent phone call he received earlier had dashed his hopes. The repairs of the damaged ship had stalled due to a knotty problem and the ship owners insisted that he must be present to resolve the issue.

"Sir...sir... may I ask if your stay in this hotel has been an pleasant experience? Would you stay with us again if you visit our town? Is there anything we can do to make your stay a more pleasant one?" Gregory, the receptionist enquired politely. He was a well-trained man who was drilled constantly by the hotel manager to conduct surveys on all the guests who were about to check out of the hotel. So used to the procedure, Gregory had fired the questions without even listening to the guest's request!

"I ask for a taxi! I am in a hurry! Why do you ask me these useless questions?" Mr Twiggles hollered into the phone, he was as angry as a raging bull. One could almost see steam pouring out of his ears. Gregory was deaf to these comments as he continued spewing question after question. He mustn't give his manager any chance to sack him. The hotel had not been doing well in this economic downturn and the hotel owners threatened to remove anyone who wasn't doing a good job.

Bang! Mr Twiggles slammed down the phone in annoyance as he muttered under his breath. Stupid man! He charged out of his room and left the hotel in a huff. Gregory stared at the phone in horror. He lifted his head just in time to see a man dressed in khaki shirt and black pants rushing out of the hotel and waving his hands frantically for a taxi.

# data[].attributes.headline
Rebecca Meets Desiree (By Megan Choo) (Developed from Anastasia's and Sarah's Story)

# data[].attributes.subject
Rebecca Meets Desiree (By Megan Choo) (Developed from Anastasia's and Sarah's Story)

# data[].attributes.body
As Rebecca skipped down to the café, her stomach growled hungrily. She groaned and clutched her tummy, annoyed by the constant noise it was making. She flipped her brown hair back again, irritated. Whipping out her favourite lemon-flavoured sweet, she hoped that it could ease her hunger.

"Help! Is anybody out there? I'm locked in the room! Please help!" a voice called in the distance, and it seemed to come from far away. Rebecca listened and kept still.

"I must be dreaming. Who would be locked in a room when they have their own card key to get out of the room?" Rebecca mumbled to herself once the shouting stopped. However, it began again. Rebecca hastily followed the noise and it led her to room 410.

"Is anybody inside?" Rebecca shouted as she knocked on the door.

"Yes, yes! I am locked in the room. Will you please help me to get out?" Desiree pleaded for help from inside the room. Her head was pounding from all the non-stop shouting. Rebecca replied," Wait a minute!" as she thought in silence," How do I get her out of the room?"

After wrecking her brain, she finally thought of a good idea. "Wait here while I go down to the reception!" she shouted to Desiree and jogged down to the lobby.

After getting the card key from the receptionist, she took the lift up to level 4 to help Desiree. She inserted the card key into the slot and burst open the door.

"Finally! I get some fresh air! It was so hot and stuffy inside!" Desiree heaved a sigh of relief as she scrambled out of the room. "Thanks so much for helping me to get out of the room!" she added, giving Rebecca a huge smile as she shook her hand.

"You want to join me at the café? I'm going to get a snack before checking out to go to Sydney." Rebecca suggested as she and Desiree walked to the lift together.

"Why not? Sure!" Desiree agreed as she thought about the variety of delicious candies at the café. Rebecca and Desiree then headed down to the café for a snack together.

# data[].attributes.body
In June, Rebecca Payne, a young woman in her 20s paced up and down her room. Her pale baby blue eyes scanned around the room in a bored manner, and she occasionally flipped her curly hazel brown hair tied neatly in a French plait round her shoulder. Usually her face was friendly and warm, but now it was plastered with frowns of boredom. She had always looked forward to everything and loved meeting new friends, but now, she could only sit down helplessly in her room and gaze at the ceiling aimlessly. Closing her eyes and listening to the buzzing chatter from the other rooms, she pounced onto her bed and started her bad habit of biting her fingernails again. Working as a shop assistant in a bakery, her tummy grumbled as she thought about the mouth-drooling pastries in the bakery back in London. The striped singlet and jeans she was wearing fit perfectly over her slim body. Her taxi was only to arrive in about an hour. She thought dreamingly about the pleasant sights she had seen in America, and looked forward to visiting her new-born baby nephew in Sydney later.

"Sigh... maybe I should head down to the café downstairs and have a quick snack," Rebecca mumbled under her breath. She quickly grabbed her azure blue purse and pushing open the door, she skipped down to the café.

# data[].attributes.body
Candra lay in bed, black locks strewn across the sheets in an everlasting eclipse of darkness.  The hard ceiling seemed to press down on her, pressing out any flicker of sleep. She rolled over and picked up her notebook. A loud toot filtered through the windows from the coal black street below.  She didn't hear it. She couldn't have, even if she wanted to. No sound could penetrate those perfectly shaped ears, no matter how pretty.

Candra gazed at her notebook, brown eyes scanning each page.  The rather tattered notebook was her only form of communication, other than the small chart that had pictures of sign language on it.  Leafing through the many pages of the book, she decided it was no use to look at it .  She had to learn sign language, the thing she had been avoiding for what was one quarter of her life. She had depended on her notebook those 5 long silent  years.  She had to learn sign language. She had to.  Those cherry lips could barely make her understood. How was she to communicate in her university in Germany  without learning the chart? The thought of  the trip made her queasy.  Obviously, this trip to collect her nerves had helped only a little.  Hopefully, she would make some friends in Germany.
Candra glanced at her rather messy  suitcase overflowing with shirts, jeans and a variety of small souvenirs. It  included a small packet of  curry powder, in case she started to miss eating curry.  She gazed at the smooth reflective surface of her watch, puffing her cheeks up before letting the air out thoughtfully.  She had only four hours before the plane would leave. She didn't have much time.  Candra picked up her luggage, shoved the hurricane of clothes inside it, and  closed the door behind her. There was no need to look back.  She probably never would.  Not on the day that sickness had come.  Not the day when the fever had gone and  she couldn't hear anything.  Never. She would still be a deaf mute. And she would still be going to Germany for her studies, the only thing she would ever look forward to.

# data[].attributes.headline
Desiree Meets Carrie Again (By Sarah) (Developed from Anastasia's Story) 

# data[].attributes.subject
Desiree Meets Carrie Again (By Sarah) (Developed from Anastasia's Story) 

# data[].attributes.body
In September, Desiree flew back to Singapore, after visiting her parents in America. Clutching her luggage in one hand and a Mars bar in the other, she strolled along the corridor to her room.

As she was heading towards her room, she caught sight the familiar black wavy locks. It was Carrie Lim, from Room 410. As usual she was holding on to her bag containing her art materials.

"Back so soon?" Desiree thought. Quickening her footsteps, she hastened to Room 410 to meet her friend.

"Desiree! Is that really you? You're back...at last!" Carrie's blue eyes lit up at the sight of Desiree. Eager to catch up with each other, both girls sat down on the bed in Carrie's room and started showing each other their photographs, paintings ...

After an hour of chatting, Carrie glanced at her watch. To her astonishment, it was already 6pm! She had to catch the flight at 8.31pm to Paris in order to be in time for her favourite lesson of the day, Art!

"Desiree, I'm going to miss my flight if I don't hurry! I need to fly back to Paris for my lesson!" Carrie shrieked.

As fast as lightning, Carrie picked up her half-packed luggage and started throwing her things in at top speed, messing up her whole room. Within minutes, she was done. Grabbing a muesli bar and a packet drink for her dinner, she made a beeline for the door and slammed it shut behind her, praying fervently thet she would reach the airport in time to catch the flight. In her haste, she had locked Desiree into her room.

# data[].attributes.body
The exceedingly tall and slim Italian woman sat on the side of the bed, flipping through the almost-exploding file of papers. Her luggages were packed and her passport lay beside her. The 32-year-old businesswoman was headed for New York City that very night on a business trip. She had an accent so thick that it took her about an hour just to tell the counter that she was going to check out soon. She had an hourglass figure that woman would die for and hypnotizing emerald eyes that set within a heart-shaped face complete with rosy cheeks and full red lips. Pulled over her left shoulder were thick brown locks that glistened in the light, framing her face perfectly. She was always seen wearing a tight fitting short monochrome dress with a chunky bracelet or two on her left wrist. She had an astounding memory that allowed her to remember every single person in her life that owed her something, down to his or her last name. Despite her captivating looks, she was sarcastic and impatient, always bearing a scornful look on her face. She had the temper of a honey badger, willing to do anything to get her way. In other words-persistent. She had the quirky habit of chewing although there was nothing in her mouth, which was what she proceeded to do while waiting for her colleague to enter the room.

# data[].attributes.headline
Melanie Meets James (By Natania) (Developed from Rithu's Story)

# data[].attributes.subject
Melanie Meets James (By Natania) (Developed from Rithu's Story)

# data[].attributes.body
In June, Melanie, a high school student came over for her holidays. She had crystal blue eyes and was neither too short nor too tall. Her silky brown hair waved along as she made her way to the luggage. She picked out her best outfit- a purple t-shirt with jeans and a blue woolly jacket. She was the classic type, and was not really into clothes.  Born and brought up in America for 16 years, she missed her parents dearly. The day had come to bring her back to her home. As she packed her luggage, she took her violin out and decided to play it. Maybe doing her favourite thing could help her get soothed down a little...

Feeling much better, Melanie made her way down the stairs to check out of her hotel room. She inhaled the cool air, making her feel more refreshed. "Where was the cab?" she wondered. "It was taking forever to reach the hotel!" Thinking that she still had enough time, she decided to go for a stroll. Melanie stared through the windows of the shops, taking notice of how most of them were empty. She noticed one little boutique like her parents. Her thoughts drifted off into space and she did not notice a man walking towards her.

"Excuse me?" a man in his late forties tapped Melanie on her shoulder. She snapped out of her dreams in an instant and replied,"Yes?"

"I am Smith, James Smith. Could you show me the way to Hotel Hope?"

"Of course! I was just heading back there myself!" Melanie responded with a cheery smile as she shook hands with James. "My name is Melanie."

Remembering she had a flight to catch, she urgently checked the time on her watch. Her grin turned into a frown as she realised she was already late! Hurriedly, Melanie rushed off to the hotel to collect her suitcase which she left in the lobby with a bellman for safekeeping, leaving James to chase after her. The cab was already outside, waiting for her.

She hopped in, waved a small goodbye to the tired James ,who had been chasing her, and rushed of to the airport. Thankfully, she made it in time for her flight. As the plane took off, she muttered a silent goodbye to the city.

# data[].attributes.body
The cool breeze blew gently on Connie's face. Pitter patter, the rain was such a nuisance! she watched raindrops roll down her window, pedestrians hastily opening their umbrellas. She sat down on the bed, dreaming of the great time she would have in London. She had checked the weather forecast before hand. The weather was going to be perfect during her stay. She took off her spectacles, about to go to sleep. Her heart was in London already, but her soul was still back in America. Her parents had aged, wrinkles painting pictures on their foreheads. The 40-year-old woman placed her spectacles back on. Worried. She glanced in the mirror as she started to apply her night cream on her tanned skin. Her hazel eyes glowed in the dark. She took out a book and started to read, a habit developed years ago. The book was on calculus, a challenging topic. Yet she could grasp it well.Of course she could, if a person with an IQ of 190 couldn't do calculus, something must have went wrong. Her heavy eyelids fell as she plunged into the world of dreams, the book of calculus fell from her hands. Then her phone rang. Connie sighed, when could she get her beauty sleep?

"Hello? Who is this?" Connie inquired sleepily.  Her short blonde hair flew wildly around her head. I should have put more conditioner last night, she thought wordlessly.

" This is Mr Stevens" The man on the other side of the line boomed. Connie stiffened. It was her boss!

"You have to meet your client at a bakery near your hotel once you get off your plane." "Toot......."

Connie's boss had hung up.It was going to be a long day tomorrow, she sighed as she crawled back into bed.

# data[].attributes.body
She had smooth skin, black wavy locks and azure blue glittering eyes. But most importantly, she had talent. Her name was Carrie Lim, a twenty-one-year-old girl that had a dream. Although she came from a humble background, she had a big dream- to be a world-famous artist. As she admired the magnificent sea view in her hotel room for the last time, she prepared to go for her flight to Paris to further her studies. Clutching her bag filled with her art materials, she strolled out of the room saying a silent goodbye to her room.

# data[].attributes.body
He has worked for most of his life as a hotel receptionist; all the hotel's staff knew and respected him and he was proud of this. Dressed in his crisp white shirt and blazer, Gregory has just reported for his shift that evening, which would extend all the way till eight the next morning. Unexpectedly, the rooms are not fully occupied this weekend. Tonight is going to be an easy one to pass. It ought to get a bit busier tomorrow, though. "Get the doorman to get a cab for Room 205, and make it snappy," Greg mutters to the bellboy in his usual no-nonsense tone, before proceeding to tidy the already neat reception counter.

# data[].attributes.body
Packing his luggage at the last minute is Mr Twiggles who always does things at the eleventh hour. He usually dresses in his trademark white T-shirt and cargo pants. However, the 30 year-old Eurasian man is wearing a khaki shirt with black pants today. He is going on a trip to Malaysia to supervise the repairing of a damaged ship. He is about 1.8m tall and has broad shoulders. His hair is very curly and his blue eyes sparkle brightly. He loves doing Sudoku and reading fantasy books whenever he is free. He finds life too challenging and hopes to have more time to smell the roses.

# data[].attributes.body
48-year-old James was about to leave the hotel.  Although he was short and stout, he was a jolly man. The most outstanding parts of James were his brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes that sparkled under the sun.

James wanted to visit the stores along the street. As he strolled along the pavement, he spotted a shop that was very much like his own. Unlike this store, James was able to get many people to buy the items he sold. He whistled merrily, thinking of his family back in France as he wandered down the street.

# data[].attributes.body
She is pacing up and down in her room, waiting for the time for her to check out. She will be flying to America in a few hours. Her luggage is fully packed, waiting at the door for her to just pick it up and go. She is an optimistic person who always looks on the bright side of things.

Desiree is in her mid-twenties. She is a Singapore citizen who works as a nurse. She has a huge scar on her face, which she successfully covers with a thick layer of make-up. She has huge round blue eyes and long brown curly hair. She is wearing a maroon dress that fits perfectly over her slim body. She used to have a habit of chewing her fingernails. Desiree also has a sweet tooth for all types of candy.

# data[].attributes.body
In June, Melanie, a high school student came over for her holidays. She had crystal blue eyes and was neither too short nor too tall. Her silky brown hair waved along as she made her way to the luggage. She picked out her best outfit- a purple t-shirt with jeans and a blue wooly jacket. She was the classic type, and was not really into clothes.  Born and brought up in America for 16 years, she missed her parents dearly. The day had come to bring her back to her home. As she packed her luggage, she took her violin out and decided to play it. Maybe doing her favourite thing could help her get soothed down a little...

# data[].attributes.body
The cool breeze blew gently on Connie's face. She sat down on the bed, dreaming of the great time she would have in London. She took off her spectacles, about to go to sleep. Her heart was in London already, but her soul was still back in America. Her parents had aged, wrinkles painting pictures on their foreheads. The 40-year-old woman placed her spectacles back on. Worried. She glanced in the mirror as she started to apply her night cream on her tanned skin. Her hazel eyes glowed in the dark. She took out a book and started to read, a habit developed years ago. The book was on calculus, a challenging topic. Yet she could grasp it well.Of course she could, if a person with an IQ of 190 couldn't do calculus, something must have went wrong. Her heavy eyelids fell as she plunged into the world of dreams, the book of calculus fell from her hands.