TWEET AS ME! - WINNERS
The top 5 winning stories of "Tweet As Me" are out!
Handpicked by writer Yeow Kai Chai and Noise Singapore, these tweets have imaginatively captured the essence of the characters represented. Click on the characters’ names to read the full story on Twitter.
Congratulations to all winners, who won $200 worth of BooksActually vouchers each.
To see other notable works, scroll all the way down.
TOP 5 STORIES
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I am the collective consciousness of all humans, the keeper of their souls. Whatever they feel, I feel. Whatever they know, I know.
I am not contained by this realm called time that these humans are trapped in. I am the past, the present, the future.
I gently touch one of the blue orbs and suddenly the world around me expands and I am seeing the human world through another's eyes.
This human is a young woman. She is feeling immense sadness. I see, her child has just died. She is kneeling in front of a grave, crying.
What will happen if I connect to this soul? For all I know, it could be just another ordinary human soul. But instinct told me not.
Could this finally be my escape route? My pathway to freedom? After all, i had nothing to lose but everything to gain.
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Today is the day i join forces with woolly sweaters to escape from unwashed t-shirts.
Life just got sweeter. And more complicated. I thought I saw the lemon souffle on the second shelf wink at me.
Someday, I'd own a pink unicorn and we'd ride away into the sunset chasing runaway dustmites.
Time to catch up on my crime-fighting, mitten-yielding, day-saving heroic duties. Starting with the giant crater of popcorn.
Superhero bruises look like rainbows on a cloudy day.
Someone just told me that knitting patterns aren't elaborate plans by cute grannies to take over the world.
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Hello, my name is Akai Sone. Welcome to our restaurant, er - I am pleased to serve you.
I really do like my dress. It swished in the wind today and the flowers shone in the sun. The ones in my hair glowed even brighter.
In the evening I took the garbage out and saw some children waiting around, but they ran away when they saw me.
One girl kept staring at my dress, so I decided to give her a small pink flower from my dress. I hope Madam doesn't notice the small tear.
I fell down this morning and Madam shouted at me. When I got up, the ground was littered with the flowers from my dress.
She points to my pillow and I see that the flowers in my hair are wilted, are dead. I try to touch them. I think Madam is angry.
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What is wrong with me? All these emotions are not mine to feel, but I can hear them, they scream at me, and they flash such vivid colours.
She's different, my host, I feel her fear, her tears. I hear the others mock her, they laugh and call her names, I feel her heart break.
I should be detached, but I feel her emotions as though they were my own. I have no heart, but for a moment there, I felt like I did.
Today, I had a thought. That I am indeed supposed to feel what she feels, that I am, in a way, to become part of her.
She's been mocked a lot this week. She's filled with rage, I'm filled with rage, and she's upset. I'm upset.
I had a thought. That it would be wonderful if she knew that I was here, that she was not alone.
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Sometimes when we're bored, Joseph and I, we'll just lie in wait and see where the tides will bring us. It's always a new adventure.
Dad hates it when I'm out in the rain though, he thinks it's ridiculous that I revel in the presence of volatility.
'Gator kisses are my band-aids.
Joseph and I, we found a treasure map today. With an actual 'x' that marks the spot. I cannot contain myself.
The deliberate execution of youthful defiance is an art that needs to be mastered.The deliberate execution of youthful defiance is an art that needs to be mastered.
I've been heading to spot marked 'x' to do nothing. Think nothing. Feel nothing. It's therapeutic when my head likes to rage on it's own.
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