Young Adventurers & Dreamers
Young Adventurers & Dreamers
In the quaint village of Ambleside, nestled among the Lake District's imposing peaks,
the idea of adventure was not confined to the craggy landscapes. It lived in the
heartbeats of its residents, particularly in young Eliza, who had always felt a tug
towards the unexplored. She was a voracious reader, absorbing tales of explorers
and their conquests, but on her twelfth birthday, she resolved to have her own
adventure—a balloon ride across the lakes.
Eliza's parents, supportive yet cautious, arranged for a local aeronaut, Mr. Hawkins,
to guide the expedition. They gathered at dawn, with the balloon casting a massive
shadow over the dew-laden grass. Mr. Hawkins, a man whose face was etched with
lines of wind and sun, began his preparations under the watchful eyes of Eliza and
the small assembly of villagers who had come to witness the spectacle.
As the balloon inflated, Eliza's heart swelled with anticipation. She imagined the
balloon as a giant beast, waking slowly from a deep slumber. Finally, with a nod from
Mr. Hawkins, they clambered into the wicker basket. The ground crew released the
tethers, and with a gentle lurch, they lifted off, the village shrinking beneath them.
Ascending higher, the landscape transformed. The verdant greens of the fields
blended into a mosaic of earthy tones, and the lakes mirrored the morning sky. Eliza,
enraptured by the view, listened intently as Mr. Hawkins pointed out landmarks—the
ribbon of a stream they followed, the solitary church spire in the distance, and the
distant mountains that seemed to invite them closer.
However, as they drifted over the largest lake, Windermere, a sudden gust of wind
caught them unawares. The balloon jostled, and for a moment, Eliza’s dream
adventure teetered on the edge of a nightmare. Yet, Mr. Hawkins's steady hand and
calm demeanour reassured her. They made an unplanned landing on a small,
uninhabited island in the middle of the lake. Safe, yet stranded, they waited for
rescue, the balloon draped like a fallen cloud around them. This unexpected turn only
added to the thrill for Eliza, who now had a story of her own to tell—one of resilience
and the raw beauty of nature.
City life is often romanticised in novels and movies, depicting vibrant streets alive
with lights and energy. For Emma, a young artist living in the heart of New York City,
Her favourite time was twilight, when the city transitioned from day to night. The sky
would turn a deep indigo, and the buildings became silhouettes against the fading
light. Emma would often wander through the streets during these hours, her
sketchbook in hand, trying to capture the fleeting moments.
One evening, while drawing near Times Square, Emma encountered an old man
playing a violin. The music was poignant, filled with longing and a haunting beauty
that stopped her in her tracks. Moved by his performance, she began to sketch him,
her lines attempting to translate his melody into visual art.
As she drew, a crowd gathered, drawn by the melody and her intense focus. Emma
realised that in this moment, she was not just an observer but a participant in the
city's life. The connection between her art, the music, and the audience was palpable.
Later that night, as she reviewed her sketches, Emma felt a profound sense of
accomplishment. The city, with all its chaos and beauty, had become a part of her,
and she a part of it. The lights, sounds, and smells were no longer overwhelming but
integral elements of her art, each one adding depth and emotion to her work.
For questions 1 – 8, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers
the question.
As we made our way towards the old churchyard under the cover of dusk, Elzevir and
I kept close together, speaking little for fear of drawing unwanted attention. The
village of Moonfleet lay silent, its cottages dark, with only the occasional flicker of a
candle to suggest that life continued quietly within. Above us, the Moonfleet manor
stood on the cliff like a watchful guardian, its windows glowing amber against the
night sky. The sea’s roar was a constant hum, blending with the whispers of the wind
that moved through the trees surrounding us. Elzevir, usually so stoic and reserved,
had an urgency in his step tonight that spoke of the danger we were about to face.
We were bound for the old crypt beneath the church, reputed to be the hiding place
of Blackbeard’s lost treasures. Legends spoke of cursed diamonds and gold beyond
imagining, guarded by the spirits of those who had dared to disturb their rest. As a
boy, I had dreamed of such adventures, and now, caught in the thick of one, I felt both
exhilaration and fear. The chill of the night air seemed to seep into my bones, making
me shiver not just from the cold but also from the thrill of the unknown that lay
ahead.
Elzevir stopped suddenly, his hand gripping my arm. "Listen!" he whispered harshly.
From somewhere in the darkness came the sound of shovels striking earth. We were
not alone. Others had come searching for the treasure, drawn by the same tales that
had captivated my youthful imagination. Crouching behind a low wall, we watched
shadows move against the faint light cast by their lanterns. The night was no longer
silent but filled with the sounds of muttered curses and the clink of metal on stone.
Suddenly, the ground beneath us trembled, and a low rumble filled the air—a warning
from the depths. Elzevir's grip tightened. "We must be swift," he urged, pulling me
forward. We moved with caution, our eyes fixed on the flickering lights that now
seemed ominously bright against the pitch-black churchyard. The stories of curses
did not seem so fanciful now, in the presence of such palpable danger.
We reached the crypt, its entrance gaping open like the mouth of some giant beast.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of mould and the promise of secrets long
buried. With a single nod from Elzevir, we descended into the darkness, the echo of
our steps a solemn drumbeat marking our passage into the heart of the earth.
The settlers of Mars watched the Earth set. It was a tiny pebble in the sky, a precious
blue gem that caught the fading light of the Martian sunset. For many, it was a
painful reminder of what they had left behind: families, memories, and the lush green
of Earth's nature. But for others, like Captain Wilder, it was a symbol of hope, a point
of light guiding them towards a new beginning on this alien world.
The Martian landscape stretched endlessly before them, barren and beautiful. The
ground was a tapestry of reds and browns, untouched by human hands, save for the
few paths carved by the settlers’ rovers. The air was thin, carrying a crispness that
was unfamiliar yet invigorating to the lungs of those who had chosen to call Mars
their home.
Wilder walked among the small domes that served as their shelters, his steps raising
clouds of rust-coloured dust. Inside one of these domes, a group of children
gathered around an old Earth globe, tracing the contours of continents they had
never seen with their fingers. Their laughter was a light sound, one that seemed to
carry hope and the promise of a future where Earth and Mars could be spoken of in
the same breath.
Yet, the challenges were daunting. Storms could sweep across the plains with little
warning, and the solar panels that powered their homes were always at risk from the
abrasive Martian sand. Wilder knew these trials all too well, yet he faced each day
with a resolve that inspired those around him. "We are pioneers," he would say,
looking towards the horizon, "in a land that remembers no footprints."
As night fell, the settlers gathered to share stories of Earth and Mars, their voices
mingling with the whistling of the wind outside. They spoke of the hardships and the
victories, the loneliness and the camaraderie that came with living on the frontier of
human exploration.
For questions 1 – 8, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers
the question.
In the heart of a bustling city stood a park known as Greenwood, a slice of tranquillity
amid urban chaos. It was famed not just for its lush greenery and expansive
pathways but also for the ancient oak at its centre, believed by many to be magical.
Every evening, as the sun dipped below the skyline, the park transformed; the golden
hour casting long shadows and painting the leaves in hues of orange and amber.
Alice, a young photographer, often visited Greenwood to capture its evening beauty.
One particular evening, she noticed something unusual. The oak's leaves shimmered
with a peculiar glow, and a gentle hum seemed to emanate from its direction.
Curiosity piqued, she approached the tree, her camera ready. As she drew nearer, the
air around her vibrated with the whispers of ages past, each telling stories of the old
city.
In the embrace of the branches, Alice felt a connection to the city's history. She
learned that the oak was planted by the city’s founder and was witness to countless
events: proposals, picnics, even silent protests. Each event left an imprint,
contributing to the aura that Alice now sensed. Enthralled, she spent hours under the
oak, listening and capturing the essence of its tales.
As darkness enveloped the park, the oak’s glow faded. Alice packed her camera, her
mind brimming with the stories and images she had captured. She knew these
photographs were special. They were more than just pictures; they were fragments
of time, stitched together by the threads of history and nature.
The Last Bookstore, located in the heart of downtown, was a sanctuary for the
written word. Its labyrinthine shelves housed countless stories, each book a portal to
another world. Joshua, the owner, prided himself on the store’s unique collection,
from rare first editions to contemporary bestsellers.
One day, a mysterious old man visited the store, his eyes scanning the shelves with
an intensity that caught Joshua’s attention. He approached the visitor, offering
assistance. The man requested a book so rare that Joshua was surprised it had been
mentioned—The Alchemist’s Dream, a novel rumoured to reveal the secrets of eternal
happiness.
Finally, hidden behind a row of ancient texts, Joshua found the book. Its cover was
worn, its pages yellowed with age, but its magic was palpable. He handed it to the
man, who opened it with trembling hands. As the man read, his face softened, and a
smile crept across his lips—a smile of pure, unadulterated joy.
Joshua watched in awe, realising that the stories within these walls were more than
just tales; they were keys to unlocking deep, personal transformations.
For questions 1 – 8, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers
the question.
7. How do the characters in both extracts feel by the end of their experiences?
A. Disappointed and disillusioned.
B. Enlightened and content.
C. Confused and uncertain.
D. Angry and frustrated.
Lydia, a young woman from the village, often wandered into the groove when she felt
overwhelmed by her duties at home. Here, she found the calm necessary to think
clearly. The trees, with their gnarled branches and vibrant leaves, seemed to her like
old friends, greeting her with the gentle rustling of leaves.
On one particularly serene afternoon, Lydia stumbled upon an old stone bench,
moss-covered and hidden under a canopy of thick foliage. It was as if the grove itself
had kept this bench secret, waiting for someone who truly appreciated its tranquillity
to discover it. Lydia often sat there, reading or simply enjoying the sounds of the
forest.
As the seasons changed, so did the grove, each bringing a different aspect of its
charm. In autumn, the leaves turned to a fiery palette of oranges and reds, painting a
breathtaking canvas. Lydia felt as though the grove was sharing its most intimate
moments with her, moments that the villagers had long forgotten.
Despite its beauty, a melancholic air lingered around the grove. It was said that many
years ago, something precious was lost here, something that had once made the
grove a place of joy and laughter. Lydia wondered about this lost joy, feeling a deep
connection with the grove's past and a desire to uncover its forgotten stories.
Dr. Simon Clarke, an environmental scientist, discusses these issues in his latest
book. According to Dr. Clarke, the rapid deforestation in tropical regions is not just a
loss of trees but a profound disruption of ecological balance. This has dire
Pollution, particularly in urban areas, is another critical issue. Industrial waste and
vehicular emissions degrade air quality, leading to health problems among city
dwellers and damaging the surrounding natural habitats. Clarke emphasises that
sustainable practices are necessary to mitigate these effects and preserve the
environment for future generations.
For questions 1 – 8, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers
the question.
"Everything looks good, Commander," said Lieutenant Sara Ming, monitoring the
navigation panels closely. "We're on course and all systems are operational."
The Andromeda was designed to sustain a crew of ten for at least five years, relying
on a combination of hydroponic gardens and recycled resources to support life. Dr.
Liam Russo, the mission's chief scientist, was particularly interested in the ship’s
ecological systems. "It's remarkable," he noted, "how technology can recreate
Earth-like conditions so far from home."
As they moved further into deep space, the isolation of the vast universe became
more palpable. The crew spent their days maintaining the ship's systems, conducting
experiments, and preparing for the challenges of their arrival at Kepler-186f. Despite
the high-tech environment, there was an undercurrent of solitude that each member
felt deeply.
One evening, as the stars outside blazed with more intensity than ever seen from
Earth, Commander Hawkins organised a meeting. "We need to be prepared for
anything," he reminded everyone. "We're not just explorers; we're pioneers in a
cosmic ocean."
"Artificial intelligence has reached a point where it can learn and adapt in ways that
were unthinkable a decade ago," Dr. Cartwright writes. "For example, the AI system
'Helios' is designed to understand emotional cues better than many humans, making
it an invaluable tool in fields ranging from psychiatry to customer service."
The implications of such technologies are profound. In one chapter, Dr. Cartwright
discusses the ethical dimensions of AI. "When an AI system can predict a person's
behaviour better than they can themselves, it raises serious questions about
autonomy and privacy," she asserts.
Yet, despite these advances, there remains a palpable fear about the potential for AI
to evolve beyond our control. Dr. Cartwright addresses these concerns by
highlighting the importance of stringent ethical guidelines and robust oversight
mechanisms.
In a powerful conclusion, she argues that "AI should not be seen as a threat but as a
partner in our ongoing quest for knowledge and understanding. It is a tool that, if
used wisely, can enhance our capabilities and improve our lives."
For questions 1 – 8, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers
the question.
2. Which extract expresses more concern about the implications of their subject
matter?
A. Extract A
B. Extract B
C. Both equally
D. Neither
In the heart of a bustling city stood the Grand Library, a structure as old as time itself,
with walls lined with books that whispered secrets of the past. Clara, a young
historian, ventured inside, her steps echoing in the vast, silent halls. Each book she
touched seemed to breathe a life of its own, telling tales of forgotten eras.
One day, Clara stumbled upon a hidden section of the library, its entrance cloaked in
shadows. Inside, the shelves were filled with ancient manuscripts and scrolls, their
pages yellowed with age. As she perused a particularly old scroll, the ink shimmered
under her touch, almost as if the ancient script was alive.
The scroll detailed the life of a lesser-known queen who had ruled over the land with
wisdom and courage. Intrigued, Clara read about the queen's battles, her diplomacy,
and her mysterious disappearance. Each paragraph pulled her deeper into the story,
the words crafting a vivid image of the ancient world.
Meanwhile, the library seemed to respond to her interest, the air around her growing
denser, the whispers louder. It was as if the building itself was pleased to have its
stories heard once again. The ancient texts around her seemed to lean in closer,
eager to be next in line for her attention.
Lost in the depths of history, Clara didn't notice the time passing. The library had
become a gateway to the past, and she its willing traveller. Her connection with the
texts was profound; they not only informed her of history but also seemed to know
her, responding to her curiosity with eager intensity.
On the edge of a sleepy village stood an old mill, rumoured to be haunted. Tom, a
curious journalist from the city, decided to investigate, driven by a love for mysteries
and legends. As he approached the mill, the wind carried a low moan through the air,
as if the building itself was groaning under the weight of its secrets.
Inside, the mill was a labyrinth of old machinery and cobwebbed corners. Tom’s
flashlight flickered across the walls, illuminating snippets of graffiti and old posters
from decades ago. He wondered about the stories these timeworn artefacts could
tell if only they had voices.
As he traced the paths on the map, the air grew colder, and the faint sound of water
running through tunnels echoed in the stillness. It was as if the mill was revealing its
secrets to him, piece by piece. The more he discovered, the more the place seemed
to come alive, each creak and whisper a call to keep looking.
Tom spent hours in the mill, uncovering clues and piecing together the history of the
building. What had started as a simple ghost story was unravelling into a tale of
hidden passages, lost fortunes, and the echoes of the past that still lingered in the
village.
For questions 1 – 8, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers
the question.
3. Which of the following best describes Clara and Tom's approach to their
discoveries?
A) Hesitant and cautious
B) Curious and methodical
C) Aggressive and rushed
D) Indifferent and random
Eager children, bundled in thick woollen layers, chatted animatedly about the ice
fishing that awaited them. Elders moved more slowly, adjusting their scarves and
sharing tales of past winters, when the fish were so plentiful that the village feasted
for days. With a final check of supplies—rods, bait, and thermoses filled with hot
cocoa—the procession set off, their path marked by the crunch of snow underfoot.
As they trudged through the forest, the trees stood like silent sentinels, their
branches heavy with snow. Occasionally, a bird would flit by, a flash of colour against
the white landscape. After an hour’s journey, the lake appeared, a vast expanse of ice
that glistened under the midday sun like a polished mirror.
The villagers wasted no time in drilling holes in the ice, setting up their makeshift
fishing spots with hopeful hearts. Children slid and played, their laughter echoing
across the lake, while adults swapped stories and kept watchful eyes on the
frolicking youngsters. As dusk approached, lanterns were lit, casting a warm glow
that reflected off the ice, turning the scene into a living painting.
With nightfall, the temperature dropped, and the community gathered to share their
catch, cooking the fish over an open fire. The air was filled with the aroma of roasted
pine nuts and freshly caught trout. As the stars appeared overhead, the village elder
recounted legends of the mountain spirits, his voice mingling with the crackle of the
fire, wrapping the group in a blanket of tradition and warmth.
Following Dr. Mirov, a panel discussion took place, focusing on the barriers to
widespread adoption of renewable technologies. Speakers debated various
challenges, from political hurdles to economic feasibility, each bringing unique
perspectives shaped by their cultural and professional backgrounds.
One particularly compelling argument was made by a young innovator named Raj
Patel, who discussed the role of community-based initiatives in driving change. He
shared stories from a project in rural India where solar power had transformed the
local economy, enabling children to study at night and businesses to operate longer
hours.
As the day progressed, breakout sessions allowed attendees to dive deeper into
specific topics. Workshops on battery storage, wind turbine efficiency, and green
building practices offered hands-on experiences and collaborative problem-solving
scenarios.
For questions 1 – 8, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers
the question.
In 1845, the HMS Challenger set sail from Portsmouth, England, bound for the
uncharted waters of the Southern Pacific. Aboard were 236 men, eager to explore
and document new lands and seas. Captain Robert Kingsley, a seasoned sailor
known for his stern but fair leadership, commanded the ship. The vessel was laden
with the latest scientific equipment and carried among its crew several esteemed
naturalists, geologists, and cartographers.
As they ventured into unknown territories, the excitement on board was palpable.
They encountered towering icebergs and exotic wildlife, documenting each with
precision. The crew's routine was rigorous, with each day beginning at dawn and
filled with tasks that ranged from navigation to sample collection. Yet, the
camaraderie that developed among the men was the glue that held them together
during challenging times.
One particularly rough night, a storm hit with such ferocity that it nearly capsized the
ship. The crew worked tirelessly, securing equipment and battening down hatches. It
was during this chaos that a young cabin boy, Thomas, slipped overboard. Alerted by
the shouts, Captain Kingsley himself threw the lifebuoy, and after a perilous rescue,
Thomas was brought back aboard, shivering but safe. The incident brought the crew
closer, reinforcing their resolve and trust in each other's capabilities.
The voyage continued, and as days turned into weeks, the Challenger charted new
islands and sea routes. The scientists on board discovered numerous new species,
filling their journals with sketches and notes. Their findings would later prove
invaluable to the scientific community, offering insights into previously unknown
marine biology and geological structures.
Upon returning to England after three years, the Challenger was met with acclaim.
The men were hailed as heroes, pioneers who had braved the unknown for the sake
of discovery. The bonds formed during the voyage endured, with many crew
members remaining lifelong friends, united by their extraordinary journey.
Urban environments are not typically associated with wildlife, yet they are bustling
with non-human life. Cities around the world are home to a surprising array of
In New York City, peregrine falcons nest atop skyscrapers, while in London, foxes
roam the night streets. These animals exploit the urban landscape to their
advantage, using human structures for shelter and scavenging leftovers for food.
The adaptability of these animals highlights the resilience of nature and its capacity
to thrive in altered landscapes.
One fascinating example is the case of Tokyo’s crows, which have learned to use
traffic to crack nuts. They drop nuts onto crosswalks and wait for cars to crush them,
then retrieve the contents when the traffic stops. Similarly, in Cape Town, baboons
invade homes and cars in search of food, showing an impressive, albeit troublesome,
ability to interact with their human neighbors.
Despite challenges such as habitat destruction and the hazards of city life, urban
wildlife continues to persevere. The ongoing coexistence of humans and animals in
cities challenges our perceptions of what constitutes a natural habitat and forces us
to reconsider our role in preserving these environments for future generations.
For questions 1 – 8, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers
the question.
4. In Extract A, what role does Captain Kingsley play during the storm?
A. He navigates the ship through the storm.
B. He rescues a crew member.
C. He documents the event.
D. He gives orders from below deck.
6. How do the crew members in Extract A response to the challenges they face?
A. They become discouraged.
B. They rely on their training.
C. They strengthen their bonds.
D. They consider abandoning the mission.
As he unpacked his belongings, an old, tattered book fell out. It was a collection of
poems his mother used to read to him, a stark contrast to the urban chants outside
his window. Mark felt a pull, a longing for the quiet nights and starry skies of his old
home, but also a thrilling excitement for the new chapters that awaited him in this
metropolitan maze.
During his first night, he ventured into the heart of the city. The buildings towered
over him, lights flickering in thousands of windows. He felt small, yet part of
something unimaginably vast. At a local diner, he struck up a conversation with an
elderly man named Leo, who had been a taxi driver in the city for over forty years.
Leo shared stories of the city's transformations, his words painting a picture of time
that Mark could only imagine.
Leo's tales were of a city that danced to the tune of both progress and struggle. The
man spoke of community, of the bonds formed in the shadows of skyscrapers. Mark
was drawn into the narrative, his own isolation softened by the thought of the shared
human experience that pulsed around him.
As he walked back to his apartment, the city seemed different, more familiar. Mark
realised that every corner of this vast urban landscape was imbued with stories,
waiting for him to uncover and become a part of their ongoing tale.
Each morning, she would walk through the forest, her steps soft on the mossy floor,
her breaths deep with the earthy scent of nature. The forest seemed to speak in a
One particular morning, as the fog lay heavy on the land, Emily encountered a deer. It
stood majestically amongst the trees, unafraid and serene. They stared at each other
for a long moment, a silent communication that filled Emily with a profound sense of
connection.
This connection deepened over time. Emily began documenting her days and
thoughts in a journal, her writings a testament to the lessons learned from the forest.
It taught her about resilience, as the trees stood tall despite the storms; about
patience, as the slow growth of plants unfurled into beauty.
As the seasons changed, Emily adapted. The forest's palette shifted from the lush
greens of summer to the fiery colours of autumn, and finally to the stark beauty of
winter. Each change brought new insights, and Emily's soul grew alongside the forest
she called home.
For questions 1 – 8, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers
the question.
As they ventured through the winding paths of the nearby woods, Lydia felt a sense
of liberation she could hardly find during the day. The crisp night air filled their lungs,
and the sounds of the forest seemed to play a symphony just for them. Max would
occasionally dart off into the thicket, chasing shadows or perhaps the soft rustling of
a night creature, always returning to Lydia's side with a playful bark and a nudge of
his nose.
Tonight, however, their usual jovial excursion felt different. Lydia noticed Max’s
occasional pauses, his ears perking up at sounds she couldn’t hear. Her heart raced
as she felt the weight of the dark woods around her, realising that their nocturnal
adventures might hold more surprises than she bargained for.
At the edge of the forest, by the Old Miller’s pond, Lydia and Max stopped to rest. The
surface of the pond was like glass, reflecting the stars above. Here, Lydia often felt
like she could reach out and touch the cosmos. Max, sitting beside her, seemed to
gaze at the reflections with a contemplative look. It was in these moments that Lydia
felt closest to him, their silent companionship speaking volumes.
Their trek back was quiet, contemplative. As they approached the edge of the woods,
the first signs of dawn tinged the horizon. Lydia looked at Max, his coat dusted with
dew, and felt a profound gratitude for his companionship, wondering what thoughts
lay behind those expressive eyes.
As Mr. Jenkins settled onto his favourite garden bench, the cats would take turns
jumping onto his lap, each receiving a generous amount of petting and treats.
Observers noted that the cats seemed to listen intently to Mr. Jenkins as he
recounted tales from his youth, his words a soft murmur amidst the morning chirping
of birds.
What was most remarkable was the way these cats looked at Mr. Jenkins. It wasn’t
just affection; there was a discernible respect, almost as if they understood his
stories, his loneliness, and his subtle joy at their presence. This mutual respect was
mirrored in their behaviour towards one another, never a squabble over treats or a
preferred spot on the bench.
As the morning progressed, Mr. Jenkins would often doze off, his tea forgotten, but
the cats remained vigilant, their eyes scanning the garden. It was as though they
stood guard, ensuring the peace of their shared sanctuary.
The bond between Mr. Jenkins and his cats was not just about cohabitation but a
deep, silent understanding that seemed to transcend the usual pet-owner
relationship.
For questions 1 – 8, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers
the question.
8. What does the reflection of the stars in the pond in Extract A symbolise?
A. The vastness of the universe.
B. Lydia’s dreams and aspirations.
C. The depth of the bond between Lydia and Max.
D. The isolation of the setting.