part 1
many months back i tried to write a story, upon learning that there was a singapore's writers festival. well it sounded cool.
so this is the first chapter. it's not the best, but i did my best.
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I think there is someone for everyone in the world - whether we find it or not, is a different story. But wouldn’t you agree that it’d be a great epic world novel, if everyone found that someone?
But even if you don’t, traces of soul mates are scattered all around. You find them in faces of friends who never says no when you need a shoulder, a lover who holds your hand when you’re at the dentist, or a mother who toils for the bread she puts on your table every morning.
There is a small town called Peppersville, and right in the heart of the town lives a family called the Jones. Mr. Jones was a toy maker, and his ambition was to put a smile on the faces of every child, and he loves Mrs. Jones very much. They had a boy, and everyone who knew Jonas liked him, he was matured, and sensible, and Mrs. Jones once called him a “Boy Angel”. And he always carried an old, rusty silver pocket watch wherever he went, even though the time died with the hands telling of dawn.
“Why do you keep carrying that crap around? It doesn’t work anymore, and it’s bulky - it’s junk”
Lena was his only friend. Lena was not your perfect student, or perfect girl - in an amazing contradiction, Lena was the exact opposite of Jonas. And as a result led from a broken family caused by infidelity, fueled by alcohol and frayed into a divorce - Lena sought attention from outside her home. She would vie for attention in every possible way, which naturally became a problem for her teachers when she started bullying younger kids, and when lectures from them falls on her deaf ears.
One day, during one of the many detention, she met Jonas. Intrigued by his optimism and reckless trust in people, she became friends with him - on the account where he was not allowed to tell anyone else.
“Just give it to me, I’ll throw it away for you”
“No.”
“Why? Haven’t you heard me at all? It’s spoiled, flawed, faulty, it’s not working”
“Well, you’re one to talk Lenny, you don’t listen to me too. Besides, it reminds me of a simpler time”
“Whatever “
so this is the first chapter. it's not the best, but i did my best.
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I think there is someone for everyone in the world - whether we find it or not, is a different story. But wouldn’t you agree that it’d be a great epic world novel, if everyone found that someone?
But even if you don’t, traces of soul mates are scattered all around. You find them in faces of friends who never says no when you need a shoulder, a lover who holds your hand when you’re at the dentist, or a mother who toils for the bread she puts on your table every morning.
There is a small town called Peppersville, and right in the heart of the town lives a family called the Jones. Mr. Jones was a toy maker, and his ambition was to put a smile on the faces of every child, and he loves Mrs. Jones very much. They had a boy, and everyone who knew Jonas liked him, he was matured, and sensible, and Mrs. Jones once called him a “Boy Angel”. And he always carried an old, rusty silver pocket watch wherever he went, even though the time died with the hands telling of dawn.
“Why do you keep carrying that crap around? It doesn’t work anymore, and it’s bulky - it’s junk”
Lena was his only friend. Lena was not your perfect student, or perfect girl - in an amazing contradiction, Lena was the exact opposite of Jonas. And as a result led from a broken family caused by infidelity, fueled by alcohol and frayed into a divorce - Lena sought attention from outside her home. She would vie for attention in every possible way, which naturally became a problem for her teachers when she started bullying younger kids, and when lectures from them falls on her deaf ears.
One day, during one of the many detention, she met Jonas. Intrigued by his optimism and reckless trust in people, she became friends with him - on the account where he was not allowed to tell anyone else.
“Just give it to me, I’ll throw it away for you”
“No.”
“Why? Haven’t you heard me at all? It’s spoiled, flawed, faulty, it’s not working”
“Well, you’re one to talk Lenny, you don’t listen to me too. Besides, it reminds me of a simpler time”
“Whatever “