A response to 2DTeleidoscope's writing challenge.
Here is my response to 2DT's writing challenge that he issued on Twitter. Here's his requirements.
The game: Write 300-500 words of anything, but you must incorporate the phrase "explore in silent rhythm the curse"
Here's my hopefully okay writing. What are your thoughts about it? I'd like to receive comments!
Being in a place such as this, I can't help but feel that I'm in a cursed place.
As I walk around in silence of the night, I explore the place that I am in now. There are many peculiar things to be noted in the place where I am right now. The huge garbage heap that towers as high as a mountain, the haphazardly built small houses lined at the sidewalk that is in danger of crumbling any moment, the black smoke that continually rises from that huge chimney in the horizon.
As I stop and absorb the sights and scenery that surrounds me with my own eyes, I can't help but think this place is cursed.
As I walk around, I see the residents doing about their businesses like normal with hopelessness in their eyes. Even in their smiles, I can still see the faint trace of hopelessness that they try hard to hide with their smiles. It is the hopelessness that they will never be able to get out of this cursed place even if they try their hardest.
This place is indeed cursed.
I can't help but think that I was once trapped in this cursed place, afflicted by the same hopelessness that afflicts the residents of this place, but I had a dream, a dream to get out of this place and see the world. It was a dream I worked hard for tirelessly until I achieved it, and achieve it I did.
Now that I am back to this cursed place where I came from, I wonder why the people here are still trapped in this cursed place when I managed to break free from its depressing shackles?
As I intently look at their eyes, I found the answer to my question. Their hopelessness compels them to believe that they are forever doomed to remain in this place. They believe that no matter how much they struggle, they will never achieve anything beyond what they are now. These people look at me as if I was born under a lucky star or something like that. They never dared to dream for they think it is useless.
Being in a place such as this, I can't help but feel that I'm in a cursed place. A place cursed by poverty and hopelessness. Welcome to my third world.
The game: Write 300-500 words of anything, but you must incorporate the phrase "explore in silent rhythm the curse"
Here's my hopefully okay writing. What are your thoughts about it? I'd like to receive comments!
Being in a place such as this, I can't help but feel that I'm in a cursed place.
As I walk around in silence of the night, I explore the place that I am in now. There are many peculiar things to be noted in the place where I am right now. The huge garbage heap that towers as high as a mountain, the haphazardly built small houses lined at the sidewalk that is in danger of crumbling any moment, the black smoke that continually rises from that huge chimney in the horizon.
As I stop and absorb the sights and scenery that surrounds me with my own eyes, I can't help but think this place is cursed.
As I walk around, I see the residents doing about their businesses like normal with hopelessness in their eyes. Even in their smiles, I can still see the faint trace of hopelessness that they try hard to hide with their smiles. It is the hopelessness that they will never be able to get out of this cursed place even if they try their hardest.
This place is indeed cursed.
I can't help but think that I was once trapped in this cursed place, afflicted by the same hopelessness that afflicts the residents of this place, but I had a dream, a dream to get out of this place and see the world. It was a dream I worked hard for tirelessly until I achieved it, and achieve it I did.
Now that I am back to this cursed place where I came from, I wonder why the people here are still trapped in this cursed place when I managed to break free from its depressing shackles?
As I intently look at their eyes, I found the answer to my question. Their hopelessness compels them to believe that they are forever doomed to remain in this place. They believe that no matter how much they struggle, they will never achieve anything beyond what they are now. These people look at me as if I was born under a lucky star or something like that. They never dared to dream for they think it is useless.
Being in a place such as this, I can't help but feel that I'm in a cursed place. A place cursed by poverty and hopelessness. Welcome to my third world.