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Monday, September 28, 2009

Here's another story. I wrote this in Secondary 3, the theme being "Silence". Pertaining to the theme, I think is this better written than the "That's Hot" story, but I feel that this story is kind of broken, in the sense that it is rather riduculous. Still, its one of the better stories I wrote in my school days, so I'm posting it here.

Silence

Screams of fear and panic shot across the bank. The towering masked man used me as a human shield, advancing slowly towards the safe deposit boxes. With a firm grip around me, I could not detect any sense of fear in him. Calm and composed, this robber was clearly a veteran. The bank guards were already shot dead, immaculately aimed at the heart. The customers and other staff squatted down in various corners, with their trembling hands on their head, some breaking out in cold sweat. Faces were pale, people were praying, and some were crying.

The gleaming gold bars were being pushed into bags like candy bars. As the robber made his escape, still using me as a shield, he shot randomly at no particular target. Shots rang out directly beside my ear, and a sudden sharp pain seared through my ear. Total silence.

I was freed from hostage, and other people scrambled frantically out of the bank, off to a safer place. Telephone calls were made, both to the police and also to loved ones.

An odd feeling of peace and tranquil went through me. Everything was so silent, the hectic sounds of rushing footsteps, discussions, and the sound of paper shuffling about, they were all gone.

People were starting to notice me, as I had not moved since I was set free. I just stood there, enjoying the golden treasure we had all been neglecting in our busy lives, that being silence.

Lips were moving, concerned faces looked at me. At that moment, I just blurted out, "I can't hear anymore."

At the same time, I realised that my ear was still throbbing with pain. As if the pain suddenly came fifteen minutes later, I suddenly clutched hold of my hear, jumping around in agony. I could see the familiar red and white lights of the ambulance being reflected off the polished marble surface of the wall.

The doctor wrote to me that I will not be able to hear for the rest of my life. I accepted that fact, not with a heavy heart but with eagerness to live my other half of my life in golden silence.

Though one of my bodily senses has been lost, I have become a much happier person. Of course, I have to lip-read a lot of derogatory remarks, but whenever I want peace from the busy lives we all live, as well as the evil words that pour out of peoples' mouths, all I have to to do is, close my eyes.

posted @ 3:22 pm
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