The Expatriate(Book 1)(2020.3.~2020.7.)
- youmean1975
- Aug 23, 2021
- 4 min read
"A-ha!" A victorious cry came, and in a flash, the man stood in front of him, then dropped some old(to be exact, some ancient) pair of sneakers in front of him. As one fell, the left one, the rubber sole separated and flapped a bit at the front, and when it touched the floor, it made a sound very similar to a woman slapping a man's cheek in some stupid movie.
-from 5. Silent as the Air
"One last wish-do you want to die blind? Or do you want to watch it all?" A huge gulp. "No, I don't want to be blind now. But I have a word to say," Andrew gasped. "Spit it out," The general said, scrunching his face up.
"I am not a Prodigy," That was one of the bravest words that Andrew Stewart had said in his life(and the last) and which suddenly boosted energy into the true Prod, Alex Mars. He dodged the guards' hands and slipped out, struggling like a fish out of water. His senses were ambiguous, hands flailing like they had never done in his life. His feet pushed away from the ground and he scampered up, forward. Andrew was now tied to the pole, looking at him with grim eyes. But they weren't accusing. They said the words to him silently: 'I understand.' A word with the alphabet 'n' that rhymes with 'go' left Mars' teeth and lips as Fawkes posed from a few feet away, then- The bullet shot forward from the barrel with a tiny bit of smoke, spinning quickly in its already quick progress, wondering where it would land, when its flight would stop. It only stopped when it dove into Andrew Stewart like a hungry maniac, blowing away his innocent candle of hope and life of 17 years in less than a single second. The boy's unveiled eyes rolled to stare at the ground without meaning and drained of life, and his lifeless body slumped from the top of the pole.
-from 13. Loss
He felt her so well-letting and seeing someone she loved so much die right in front of her very own eyes... He stepped forward and crushed her frame onto his chest quick, feeling her skin and warmth of the touch-not of direct love or the step that boys take to get the reason to kiss the girl, but because he had to comfort her. He had had no one but the stars of the night that comforted and tried to push back the horrible guilt-and while he deserved it, Lyra clearly didn't, just as her mother had just said. She deserved to be comforted by another close person-and that was why he had just hugged her. But along with the feeling also came another thing. He pitied her, enjoyed her smell of sweat and skin, and wished that his action would comfort her as much as possible. He wanted to satisfy, to make her feel better. And he couldn't really describe this feeling, like with those food pills, with simple human words... His head was so busy and shocked and unfamiliar with such a feeling and it only intensified when she reacted by pushing herself closer to him, skin on skin, tears on tears. She now was sobbing so freely, not like the rough and understanding Lyra he knew, and this broke down his own heart as he watched and felt her trembles shake him. So they stood like that for an entire minute, holding each other, dust and glass shards of windows raining down, his tears meeting hers, her shakes shaking him, and fire dancing all around them and burning all in its path.
-from 38. Going, Going, Gone
Storyline: With peculiar strengths from birth, Alex Mars observed his world with scrutiny. He, as a 'Prodigy', thought the world accepted him-but unfortunately, that wasn't the thing in his life. After struggles and torments in his mind, he is finally expelled out of the country, once and for all. He thought he would die-but instead, starts a chain of events which would change his life and world-and, space, to be specific, completely.
This, until now, is my favorite story and the story I dedicated my all into. Literally. The year I wrote it was the exact year I had started writing on Wattpad, and it was my second work to be posted there, so I decided to enter something to its well-celebrated Wattys 2020, possibly in better quality than my first story on Wattpad(which was Virtuality).
-and that's how this story came up.
I wrote day and night and worked on its characters and implications with deep dedication. If you read and think carefully, you might make some connections with each of the characters and scenes with some of the events that took place during 2020(I revealed those implications in the last chapter).
Though it didn't make its way onto the Wattys winners' place, I still think this story was worth it. Thus, I'd recommend this story first if someone asked me which of my stories I was most fond of.
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(there are a few misspelled words in there, and I'm up to fixing them up bit by bit)
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