Extra 101: A boy confined with his own limits writes a story about a boy confined with his own limits and so on.

In Term 1, Me and many other classmates participated within a writing competition. This competition lasted until the beginning of April and we had a word limit of 750 words. Which I got really bummed about.

This is the story I wrote called: A Boy's Limits.

This is the story about a boy confined within his own limits. The boy’s name is Jack - an Intermediate student who is just living his life like everybody else. But Jack isn’t a normal person. As said earlier - Jack can only do things he knows how to do. So if he does writing, he just does writing over and over without question.

His parents didn’t really seem to mind. When the teachers ask - Jack’s parents always say the same thing, “He’s just stuck somewhere - he’ll grow out of it.” If Jack did continue on doing what he was doing - he could be a famous author.

But eventually he will get bored, he will have nothing to do. So what will he do after he ends his writing hobby? This is what our story is about.

One day - The boy named Jack was writing a fantasy piece about a boy confined to his own limits. Suddenly, his mind just went blank. Boom, bang, gone. Jack tried to gain his senses back. It did succeed and he carried on writing - he thought it was just nothing. Then it happened again - and again. Was it just a blackout, or him just passing out?

Only god - or the person controlling him knows.

Jack decided to take a break - but he didn’t know how to take a break. So Jack just sat there. Emotionless, with nothing to do. He saw a book - he didn’t know what to do. He retraced his earlier years and he saw kids reading books. He decided to give it a try.

The bell went and he just decided to go home without any thought, that is what Jack did every day, he just walked home. All by himself.

When Jack got home - his mother said, “Hello Jack! How was your day? Good, I assume?” Jack nodded and went to his room to write. But just like what happened in school, Jack had problems writing a narrative. He thought that he would've just run out of ideas.

Jack sat in his room for an hour. He was only holding his pencil and his writing book was just lying there on his bed. Then, after those few hours - Jack felt numb, and he fell asleep. He couldn’t control it - so he just let it happen as said earlier, he had no control.

Jack had a vision, his visions told him that he should always do other things instead of writing, like singing or athletics. His vision didn’t last very long. But in those few minutes of pure darkness and sound - Jack learnt so much about himself.

When Jack woke up - he got off his bed and he started running towards the park. Jack’s parents saw Jack run to the sunset, and they were surprised because Jack had truly gone, beyond his own backyard.