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John

John, look deep into my eyes. Hold on there, I know you can. John, there are things in this world worth living for, you just haven’t found them yet. Such a magical place, ya know, the world. So beautiful yet so, so cruel. But I assure you, it’ll get better. One fine day everything would fix itself, you just have to take my hand and believe.

Times have changed, John, I know. Just look at me! I’m only sixteen, yet the future looks maddeningly bleak. I used to wake up with a smile on my face, eager to embrace the challenges life would throw at me. Make friends, excel in studies, the whole boat load. Yet now, after failures upon failures, heartbreaks upon heartbreaks, I find it hard to accept the truth. Sometimes, I’d even want to hear a beautiful lie, instead of facing the painful truth.

I’m still finding my way in the maze of life, I’ve been lost in here for a long, long time. But I know, for every dead end I run into, they’ll always be a sweet present waiting for me at the next turn. And I wouldn’t have to journey alone, they’ll always be people willing to venture forth with me, into the unknown. Every cloud has its silver lining John, and every rainbow you find out there? Chase it, for you never know what you may find at its end.

So take my hand John, and I’ll venture forth with you. You’ll be the captain and I’ll be your loyal navigator. There’s never gonna be a mountain too high or valley too deep ever again. See the stars out there? They’re twinkling for us John. Always remember, there’s always someone out there rooting for you. And you, only you, can be the true master of the grandest stage. Act out your destiny, John, there are still many scenes left. Come and say the lines with me, and sing, sing the choir of life, for it is majestic.

(EXTRACT FROM SELF-WRITTEN NOVEL, TITLED LITTLE NAVIGATOR)

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Anguish

I let it out, a shrill, sharp cry that spiralled into the moonlight, like a tower rising up into the deep black sky. Years of anguish, all expressed in that primitive roar, a roar that quickly petered down into a barely audible whisper. A soft whisper of pain, disappointment, hopelessness. Betrayal, always thought to be icy cold, never felt this burning hot. Like a heated scythe, it seared its way through my heartstrings, leaving nothing but sizzling charred tissue. The moon, so white and pristine, seemed to stare down judgementally. But I embraced the attention, it was what I always wanted.

(100 WORD CHALLENGE)

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Addiction

Its outstretched arms clung firmly onto me, dragging me back into the place where I had been imprisoned. I struggled wildly, trying to escape its claws which had already sunken deep into me. I could only blame myself, the claws the monster possessed took time to grow and I was foolish enough to give it all the time in the world. Worst of all, the monster bore a terrifying name, Addiction. All around you, advertisements and preachers share horror stories of people who had succumbed to this monster and I unfortunately found myself in the centre of such a story.

(100 WORD CHALLENGE)

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Regret

Regrets are such funny things. I like to think of them as little monsters whose mere existence is a manifestation of our past decisions. “Don’t cry over spilt milk” is a common enough saying, urging us to let go of the past, as what’s done cannot be reversed. It’s funny how some people think that spilt milk can be so easily let go of.

I have a few of these monsters living in my heart. Some of them so old that they’re comatose, and some young ones who are still tearing at raw flesh. It’s the young ones that hurt me the most. So youthful and full of energy, the damage they do comes in short bursts, but the white agony that they dish out, ha, those wounds take a long time to heal.

As mentioned, these monsters aren’t immortal, even they succumb to the test of time. As they grow older they become weaker, and the wounds that they inflicted during their glory days, those have long healed over too. What was once red and tender flesh is now black and hard as stone, as most scars are.

This cycle repeats itself, until one day where these little monsters can no longer find anymore raw flesh, only lifeless scar tissue. Hopefully that time will never come; who wants a life with many regrets anyway; but if it were to happen, I would long have become immune to regrets. Like a turtle within its shell, no part of me would be susceptible to damage ever again. No more pain, no more feelings, no more emotions vulnerable to these damned little monsters.

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Magic

My hands were itchy. My heart was thirsty. Thirsty for the knowledge of the ancients. Every flick and every twist, every feint and every sleight, all premeditated and executed to absolute perfection. The magic is in what’s unseen, says the grand master. Oh how proud I was to be in the secret circle, next in line to harness the power, to weave the magic. Alas, in the quest for greatness one often forgets what’s more important than the destination. I could sense the discontent in the hallowed classroom. Sighs of contempt, looks of disappointment, but I was blind to them.

(100 WORD CHALLENGE)

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Fame

The lights were bright, stinging really. The reverberation within the enclosed room was unbearable. My inner ear throbbed, seemingly in sync with the rhythm of the crazed crowd. The irritation within me steadily grew into a deep resentment. Wasn’t this what I always wanted? The cheers of strangers, the approval of millions, all of them chanting my name. No. This was what I was raised for. This is what I worked for. This is what I was made for. I finally made it, so why do I feel so empty? The loneliness up here on the grandest stage, it’s maddening.

(100 WORD CHALLENGE)

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Mask

Every morning I put on a mask, a smile plastered on like paint on glass. It obscures the cold truth, allowing me to stay aloof. But this paint can’t be washed off cleanly, a thin layer of colour would still cling on stubbornly. Layer by layer the coating grows, as the thickening shows. My heart feels the ache, for fear one day this coating would become opaque. I would struggle to remove the taint, fingernails scraping fruitlessly at the rock hard paint. But still I would have a radiant smile, a radiant smile that would last for quite a while.

(100 WORD CHALLENGE)

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Sanctuary

The sky was pitch black, much like the water that made up the sterile oceans. Three suns hung overhead, each glowing a different hue, bathing the land with their intense rays. The soil that made up most of the land was a ghostly white, unable to provide sustenance to any form of life. The surface seemed scarred, ravaged by thousand-year storms that ripped across the surface, depositing stones that have travelled with the currents for eons. In the centre of this barren wasteland, like a beacon of hope, stood a towering mountain. Within the mountain lay the last surviving artificial structure in this world, the Sanctuary.

The Sanctuary was designed to withstand this harsh environment, to enable its inhabitants to not only survive, but to survive comfortably. One would imagine such a place to be a cold, uncomfortable metal prison that would drive its inhabitants to insanity through plain isolation. However, the Sanctuary was anything but. Within the hard stone lay a marble paradise, filled with architecture of the ancients and the innovations of the current, all existing in perfect harmony. Generations of the Far’rer people lived together in relative prosperity, for as long as records existed.

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