Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt:
New Horizons
Good luck; I can’t wait to read them!
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt:
New Horizons
Good luck; I can’t wait to read them!
You are the horizon, never within my reach. However far I swim through the seas of depression, however fast, I know that I may not reach you in time. I need to get to you before you set, before you go and taunt another. Your smile is warm, but fading quickly. You are what keeps me going, you are what inspires me. Your cheeks are soft, like the clouds that surround you. I fear that after you set, I may never see you again , and you will dissolve into the cold sea. I need to remember you, because perhaps one day , you will retreat behind a cloud , and a new horizon will take your place. Even if a new horizon takes your place, I know that it will never replace your place in my heart, and I will never yearn for it as I have yearned for you.
When Crota, Son Of Oryx was slain in the moon’s Hellmouth, everyone thought it would be a new horizon. But it wasn’t. Oryx, The Taken King is raising a dark army of the Taken. Who would blame him? You killed his son with his own sword. Now, he will get his vengeance. Go up to the Dreadnought. Kill Oryx before he kills you. But to do that you must discover your lost powers. The Titan will find Sunbreaker, the Warlock will find Stormcaller and the hunter will find Nightstalker. If you return, you will be rewarded. I doubt you will.
In my eyes the horizon was crooked. I sat on the front porch with my problem circling around me. Is happiness a thing or another reason for me to be alone? My siblings wouldn’t play with me, my parents were busy sleeping. Out of my four siblings I always felt like the odd one out… my parents always expect me to be like the others but I’m my own person. Even though we are all the same age and have the same birthday I seem to be the only mature one. Life was a play and I was the narrator.
The spherical globe blazed above the salty spray of the sea, burning and burning and never stopping burning. The seas waves rolled close to the shore and at the last second, morphed into a white, foamy monster that crashed down onto the sandy stretch of land. The sea glittered and dolphins sunbathed in the relaxing heat. Wispy clouds drifted through the deep blue sky, driven by the calm, steady wind. Everything seemed to move as if someone —or something— was controlling it to make it the beauty it was, but nothing seemed pushed to do something. I tried to look beyond the sun… what was behind this new horizon?
I lay, submerged under waves and waves of intense colour, gazing at the astonishing sky above me. Gripping crimson, shocking orange and random scatterings of gold flecks filled my vision as I sucked in the wonderful scenery like an eager sponge. The single slash in the overwhelming clouds granted me a waterfall of molten gold upon my tingling body. Alas, the scenery didn’t last and the colour was polluted by black oil, twinkling silver stars the only reminder of the vast ocean of joy that had fled moments before. Yet I still lie here, and nature grows around me as I await the new horizon to befall yet again.
The horizon is where your field of vision ends and you can’t see any further. Many people say it it is where the sky meets the sea because when you look out over the sea to the horizon the sky appears to touch it. It actually is where the bend of the earth curves so you can’t see any land further away. the sky appears to touch it because as the land bends out of your vision and you can see the sky behind it. Before we knew the earth was round, we thought it was where the land ends.
My eyes were the first to see the new horizon, however I knew that in my heart a new rock was being created. It seemed so close to me, but felt so far. However much I walked and cried and saw the horizon I always felt alone. The rock was so big that there wasn’t any space for feelings or memories, I had to keep that all in my guts. The cold but comforting sand lay beneath me, I didn’t have anyone. They all had gone or found somewhere else to live… away from me. No matter how hard I tried, all the friends that I tried to make just weren’t the same as the others. At the corner of my eye I saw another lonely person. I walked to the person and now I was in front of them.
She looked up… and smiled.
This is such a touching story of finding friendship, Sawdah!
New horizons
There’s a new horizon, there’s a new day dawning,
There’s a new sun rising every morning,
I’m moving on, I’m getting older,
I’m getting smarter, I’m getting bolder,
I’m excited and happy and a little bit sad,
But moving on can’t be all that bad,
I’m going to miss being top of the school
And little kids thinking I’m really cool,
I’m going to miss the teachers and facilities,
And Coach Martin boosting my abilities,
But now I have a new horizon and new day dawning,
And have to start school earlier every morning.
This is so interesting Luc, and it says so much about change. Well done!
That’s brilliant! Wise words.
The sun rises, its heat radiates through my skin warming my blood cells; relaxing my muscles. Simultaneously a soft breeze coaxing my hair to the right. Giving nutrition to all the shrubs around. banishing the shadows one by one. The ball of brightness boasting its golden robes to all around. A god. A new horizon.
But just as quickly as imagined the scene I get pulled back to reality. London, where the clouds callously shroud the sun.
London. Not one single sliver of light. In this realm the shadows roam and the sun never fights back, a school kid mercilessly getting bullied.
I know this is ironic as we’ve had loads of sun lately:)