Courage
I was riffling through my old school essays for my writing assignment, and I found this little piece. This was written for a mid-term or finals in 2009, can't remember exactly. Maybe it was SPM trials. I always preferred writing fiction during exams because it made it easier for what I call "under-pressure crapping", and I never edited it apart from the spelling and grammar errors. Anyway, I've reread it, and surprisingly....I don't hate it. mmmmm.......I did deviate from the topic "Courage" by a LOT though.... I'm more of a narcissist than I thought. Ah well, decided to share it here. This was 17-yr-old-sweating-in-exam-hall-me trying to create a bittersweet/horror/hanging ending.... xxxxxxxxxxxx I charged up the stairs of the tower, stumbling over dead bodies and debris. Sweat was pouring down my face as I gasped for air; the pain in my lungs was searing me. My heart pounded rapidly, as the fear in my soul attempted to drown out ...