Writing Again

So during the madness of the last few days of studying for PR, I decided to live dangerously by taking up a last minute writing project. That meant sleeping in the dead of the night cause I studied from mid-afternoon till midnight everyday (with lots of procrastination in between) and so I’d start writing late at night. Hehe. It was fun. And I didn’t expect myself to do it, to be honest. It was a writing prompt competition and I didn’t have much feels for any of the prompts except for this one:

You’re sitting at home on a rainy evening, relaxing with a mug of hot chocolate in your favorite armchair. You thought you were alone until you hear the small voice of a child behind you, “Hello. Are you my mother?”

At first, I couldn’t think of anything else except writing about a ghost child which was so predictable. I tried thinking of ideas but y mind kept going back to ghost child whenever I thought of the prompt so I kinda gave up wanting to write anything.

But then one afternoon after I came out of the shower, an idea smacked me in the face.

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For Adelena – thank you for wandering around Tianjin with me.

I remember the cold air on my cheeks–

Daylight was dying; we needed to eat.

Street lamps flickered on, the road basked in its warm orange glow.

‘Are we there yet?’ I asked, munching on sweets.

‘Just a little bit more, we turn left on that street.’

We paused on the side of the road, your face lit by the pale white light from your phone.

You looked up from the tiny map, pointing at the tower of bricks–

‘That’s where we should be.’

And so we wandered in, mouths open in silent ‘O’s.

Swept away by the chandeliers and carpeted corridors.

Our footsteps echoed on wooden steps,

As we headed down into a brightly lit hole.

A blast from the past in this enchanting little place,

Nuggets of history were what we faced.

A journey through this not-so little place,

Taught us many secrets adorned with lace.

Later that evening we left,

Inspired, enchanted, oh the look on your face!

We stepped out into the cold once more, facing a river dancing with lights.

We knew we’d be back for more.

Adventures abound, but we must wait.

Our next voyage will be for another day.

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

It’s in the wind.

The wind is changing.

Tides are turning, washing it ashore.

It’s hidden in plain sight, tangled in tendrils of light.

You see it in the corner of your eye, wisps that fade in and out of view.

It’s making its way through the land, running through that girl’s long hair.

You can feel it in the darkness, like a soft orb of light.

You can’t see it, but it’s surely there.

It’s within reach, if you stretch out far enough.

Grab it, cradle it in the cup your palms form.

It’ll slip through the cracks between your fingers, oh yes, if you’re not careful.

Falling to the ground, leaving a faint ink of where it once was.

So be sure to keep it, embrace it.

Carefully fold it under the layers of your skin, tuck it between the crevices of your heart.

And it’ll be here to stay.


Life has been a jumble of drama and assignments and lack of sleep. I haven’t had a good, proper rest since forever, and I’m so drained. My mum has been pumping chicken essence into me every morning, and though it tastes pretty much like someone threw unwanted parts of a chicken into a blender and made it 100 times more concentrated, I have to admit that it does help me stay awake. Probably cause my insides are forced awake by its nastiness.

Then, on Wednesday at midnight as I was slogging through an assignment, I was blessed with the best news EVER:

I won a writing competition.

What went down after that was a blur of screaming/squealing/shaking in excitement and shock because I freaking won The Seventh Miss Hatfield Writing Competition. I remember not being able to stop shaking for more than 10 minutes because my entire body basically went into shock.

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To NaNo or not to NaNo?

The Seventh Miss Hatfield writing competition has closed I’m awaiting the results, but that doesn’t mean that it’s the end of Remnants.

I’ve decided to participate in NaNoWriMo this year (yay!), and I really hope that I’ll be able to finish Remnants by the end of November. For those who don’t know what NaNoWriMo is, it’s actually called National Novel Writing Month. People all over the world come together to unleash their dreams of writing a novel, and the goal is to get 50,000 words written by the end of the month. They have loads of stuff on their website, such as forums where you get to interact with other people and share writing advice, get inspiration, etc. They also have physical events where you can attend in your own country, like the kick-off party, for example.

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The candle looked far too stubby to be lit, yet somehow, someone had managed to get it done. The faint scent of vanilla and cake made its way through the room, tied together with a hint of smoke and burnt wood.

Her fingers were laced with the scent of burnt wood, too – a smell which was unpleasant, yet strangely warm and welcoming at the same time.

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Back to Writing

Just last month, I participated in a writing competition which I had found via Leigh Bardugo on Twitter – the Hidden Powers: A Fantasy Competition. It was a rather crazy decision, since the competition only lasted a month, and the deadline was in the same time period as the deadlines for pretty much all my final projects and assignments for the school semester, and I only found out about the competition with half a month to come up with something. I didn’t regret it, though. Although I didn’t win anything (I had hoped that I would – the prizes were so attractive! And who wouldn’t want to win?), it was a great first experience with online writing competitions.

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