{"id":6198,"date":"2020-01-16T05:18:03","date_gmt":"2020-01-16T05:18:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/catherinekhoo.sg\/phillippines\/?p=6198"},"modified":"2020-02-19T10:06:16","modified_gmt":"2020-02-19T10:06:16","slug":"written-in-2050-story-entry-young-authors-scheme-creative-writing-competition-branch-level-2020","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/catherinekhoo.sg\/philippines\/written-in-2050-story-entry-young-authors-scheme-creative-writing-competition-branch-level-2020\/","title":{"rendered":"Written in 2050 | Story Entry Young Authors Scheme Creative Writing Competition Branch Level 2020"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u2018This is all a dream\u2026 it has to be a dream, right?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

Yancy woke up to the smell of strawberries and cigarettes. He left his room\u2019s window open again, as always. He groggily sat up on his messy bed\u2014pillows scattered around and a tangled blanket wrapped around him. His room looked the same as always: pictures of him with Cheryl and or his friends hung around, nightlights dangling here and there, and his forever messy work desk. \u2018Room sweet <\/em>room\u2019 he thought smiling faintly.<\/p>\n

He was expecting to be greeted by the furious screams of Damien telling him to get up but he got none. Not a single word<\/em>, not a single knock<\/em>, not a single breath, nothing. \u2018Strange, he usually scolds me for waking up late at this hour\u2019 <\/em>Yancy thought to himself as he walked to the door. He was probably busy in his room or assisting his sister, Celine. Celine lived a mile away from them and Damien, being himself, would often visit her. He finds their closeness adorable sometimes.<\/p>\n

Yancy went straight to the kitchen, already thinking of what to devour for this morning\u2019s breakfast. He grinned, practically smelling the aroma of toast, eggs, and bacon. He took a seat at the rather empty dining table. \u2018Strange, they\u2019d usually wait for me unless they\u2019re busy\u2026 But Wilford isn\u2019t usually busy?\u2019 <\/em>Yancy just shrugged it off and ate breakfast silently.<\/p>\n

After breakfast, Yancy got dressed and decided to head outside to take a walk at the park. Only, it was not the park he knows of. He almost screamed at the sight before him. There are people jogging with at least one robotic part implanted in them. Whether it be a robotic leg, or an arm, he even saw a neck! There were little to no flowers as well as a drastic lack of trees in his surroundings. \u201cHow come people don\u2019t lack oxygen with this thing?\u201d he murmured to himself walking around.<\/p>\n

When he thought he saw it all, he found himself staring at a road and a road above it<\/u><\/em>. \u201cThey invented a road above the ground and a freaking road above the road itself?!\u201d <\/em><\/strong>Yancy questioned to the nothingness of the air in disbelief. There were some cubicles that look as big as one of a Ferris wheel. Those \u201ccars\u201d have four wheels below them, an engine, seats, and a wheel. \u2018Seems like it could suffice for a car\u2026\u2019 <\/em>the more he sees everything, he questions it more and more. \u2018Why are there five times more buildings than it used to be?\u2019 \u2018Where did all the trees and plants go?\u2019 \u2018Why are there roads and cars above us<\/strong>?\u2019 \u2018Since when did humans have android body parts or bodies?\u2019 <\/em>and the million-dollar question he held \u2018What happened here?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

Yancy was determined to find some answers. He went to check his phone to see if it could give him the current date and lo and behold, he was greeted with his wallpaper which was his friend circle and a big bold \u201cJanuary 12, 2020 – Sunday\u201d on top. The date and day was correct, but he never remembered anything like that<\/em> yesterday. He was a hundred percent certain that there will be no event that will take place today nor tomorrow, nor any other day. Mind boggled and confused even more, Yancy decided to find Cheryl, or Audrey, or Damien\u2014heck he\u2019d take anyone he knows if it meant he\u2019d get answers!<\/p>\n

Yancy ran east, opposite to where his house was which was where majority of the houses were. He ran and ran, lost in his flooding amount of thoughts when he bumped into a smaller figure who squeaked and almost fell if Yancy didn\u2019t catch said person in time. Yancy was about to apologize when he saw it: a familiar dark hued hair, those golden orbs of eyes, \u201cCHERYL!\u201d Yancy was quick to hug the smaller girl who was also panting from running. \u2018Oh thank the heavens! My wish has been answered!\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cCheryl! Do youse know what\u2019s happening? Do youse see it too? Please tells me I\u2019m not going crazy!\u201d Yancy continuously pleaded with his peculiar vocabulary slipping out as always. Cheryl sighed, \u201cOh pardon me, Yancy! I don\u2019t know what\u2019s happening as well but boy, am I glad I found you!\u201d she breathed out, grasping his hand. Yancy was a little dismayed that she didn\u2019t know what was happening but at least it proved that he wasn\u2019t going crazy!<\/p>\n

As the two were walking to Cheryl\u2019s home, Yancy tried thinking of a question he could ask her. He was well aware that Cheryl held little to no answers to his questions; and he was even more aware that she has zero ideas about what was happening to them. She probably has the same questions he holds! One particular question popped in his mind, \u201cCheryl?\u201d he timidly asked the girl. Cheryl only hummed and looked at him, still continuing to walk. Yancy gulped thinking he was going to sound dumb after asking this question, \u2018Well here goes nothing.\u2019 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat year is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Cheryl went silent but still continued to walk. Only the sound of her boots and his sneakers walking were heard. An awkward silence enveloped the duo but even so they still continued to walk. Yancy sighed, \u201cAh, forget it. That was dumb of me to ask youse-\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cToday is the year twenty-fifty.\u201d Cheryl blankly stated. \u2018The year twenty-fifty?!\u2019 <\/em>the amount of disbelief present on Yancy\u2019s face was nothing compared to the overflowing number of emotions, questions, and scenarios his head held. He nervously laughed, still refusing to believe everything she said, \u201cThat was a good joke, Cheryl. Youse got me on that one!\u201d he laughed again, stopping when he saw the seriousness reflected on the girl\u2019s face. \u201cIt\u2019s\u2026 actually the year twenty-fifty?\u201d he asked as the girl nodded.<\/p>\n

Yancy tugged on Cheryl\u2019s sleeve, \u201cCan we\u2026 get some chocolate milk first? I\u2026 youse\u2026\u201d he stopped mid-sentence thinking of something else to say but sighed when he has lost all focus and willingness to comprehend due to the shock. Cheryl sighed as well, \u201cI was thinking the exact same thing. Except I want that chocolate-coffee product they sell. Come on, let\u2019s go.\u201d Cheryl quickly pulled Yancy to the nearest convenience store.<\/p>\n

Pouting, Yancy opened the cold beverage he held. He was mentally screaming profanities to the \u201cfate gods\u201d as he calls it. First he had to go to prison with Cheryl because of being blamed for a heist they didn\u2019t commit, then they had to stay in this mansion that drove people mad, and now they had to deal with being stuck in a year that practically didn\u2019t exist yet! \u2018Is this the gods telling me I should perish in danger? Illinois would\u2019ve liked this better\u2026 speaking of him\u2026\u2019<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, where\u2019s Illinois?\u201d Yancy questioned before taking a sip of his chocolate milk. Cheryl took a sip of her choco-coffee drink, \u201cOh Illi? He\u2019s at my house with The Host.\u201d Cheryl laughed, \u201cI found them together, both confused and lost.\u201d Yancy scrunched his nose in confusion, \u201cBut why is Host with Illi?\u201d<\/p>\n

Cheryl hummed, \u201cIllinois was with him for an adventure or so I\u2019ve heard. But what I\u2019m certain is that Host has an idea on how this happened\u2026\u201d she trailed off. Yancy sprung up in delight, \u201cSo Host has an idea how this happened and how we can get back?! That\u2019s great news! How?\u201d Yancy was practically bouncing on his feet in excitement. \u2018Finally! None of this funky eye trauma!\u2019 <\/em>Yancy thought in glee.<\/p>\n

Cheryl took another sip of her overly-caffeinated drink holding her hand up in a \u2018wait\u2019 sign. Yancy immediately stopped jumping and took his seat once again waiting for her to speak. Cheryl closed the bottle of her drink after drinking and faced her companion, \u201cyou do know of Host\u2019s powers, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yancy stopped and thought. He was fully aware that Host has powers\u2026 but he wasn\u2019t sure what<\/strong> it was. Yancy shrugged, \u201cI know of his powers, but I have no idea what it is. Do youse know?\u201d he questioned as Cheryl nodded, \u201cRemember his red journal?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yancy had a flashback right then and there. Of course he remembered it. That was the very journal he tried hiding from Host himself only to be met with his fist which resulted in Yancy\u2019s rather fresh bruise on his torso. \u201cWhat about that journal of his?\u201d Yancy questioned with gleaming curiousity. Cheryl played with her half-full beverage, \u201cWell, whatever he writes in that journal becomes true. Whatever happens without his writing is also magically written in that journal. It\u2019s basically as if he\u2019s playing his \u2018Supreme Ruler\u2019, \u2018Fortune-teller\u2019, and \u2018Prediction\u2019 cards all at once\u201d Cheryl explained.<\/p>\n

Yancy once again jumped from his seat. Of course it was Host! Who else would\u2019ve thought of something as crazy as that? Well, Cheryl and Audrey could\u2019ve thought of something like that as well but they have no power to make it a reality. It was definitely Host! \u201cThen it was Host\u2019s fault!\u201d he proudly stated as if he was a detective who found out who the suspect was.<\/p>\n

Cheryl chuckled nervously, \u201cWe could\u2019ve had the same answer\u2026 Only if the Host wasn\u2019t with me when this happened<\/em>.\u201d (Jeanne Chloe Soriano)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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